Get Swerved. Lyrics

Bitch (Ay) Bitch (Ay) Bitch (Ay)

Yup. (Yeah yeah yeah)

Bitch I'm mothafuckin' vibing

Trippin' off the psilocybin in the summertime

Okay, now the sun is rising

I've been livin' in the night and now I'm gonna shine

I keep my eyes on the horizon

Motherfuckers tell me that they never lie, I know they lyin'

If you really love your baby, why you fuckin' with a side bitch?

You need to warm your shoulder and give her a place to cry and if

You keep on fuckin' playing I might have to make her my bitch

Bitch, I'm cookin' in the lab like a scientist

Everybody mad I got a bag and now they eyeing it

I'm so fuckin' crazy if I went to a psychiatrist

I'd empty an entire clip. (Bop, bop, bop)

No I'm not a rap God bitch, I'm the rap Jesus

I ain't playin' games, I'm not a child like a fetus

Lessons in anatomy, she wanna see my penis

You don't need a lab to see the chemistry between us

No you don't

I heard you talkin' shit, I'm sorry me no habla broke

Some people like to make a bag, some people like to make a joke

Shorty bad. When she throw it back like Mahomes

Girl that ass make me go WOO! like I'm lining up some coke

And I run shit like a pacer, in the club we blowin' O's

And I'm throwin' up the paper so I guess my mom's a hoe

(You know like that one vine? Do y'all even understand these bars?)

Money machine go BRRRRR. I don't care

I ain't ever quitting and I'm spitting it superb

They ask me when that album dropping? Really, it's absurd

I got plans for summer like I'm Phineas and Ferb

Swerve

Skrt, skrt, you finna get swerved

Fuck a little picture, cuz mine is bigger

You trash the name, you get hurt

Get out my lane or get swerved

Skrt, skrt, skrrrrt, skrt, skrt, get swerved

Skrt, skrt, skrt, uh, skrt, skrt, get swerved