Lostarr - Swerve текст песни

Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood
Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood
Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

I'm riding around and I'm sipping
Look at the candy paint, is this dripping?
Don't crawl my feet, just glisten
Your bad bitch we missing
I got a gold roulette, now that's pimping
Old wood and no gripping
I ride 84's in H Town, known to build weight, we blow a pound
Round Forgiato in the sill, got electro, you can't miss
…you drive me, I won't miss…
I hit the car lot and I pop it
I got credit, bitch, I got options, good cash out with no problem
Gonna take your bitch with no problem
Them chopper blades be chopping
I sway the block, be knocking…
Them hating niggas be blogging
I hit the gas, no stopping
Hold up

Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood
Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood
Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

I don't know if I like these swankers better than the old ones
Fuck a Benz, codeine in, the new definition of a cold one
And I ain't gotta watch my back, either, you know why?
'Cause I don't owe nothing…
My heart is black and so is my whip
That's a killer combo…
Y'all niggas ain't beating, y'all knocking polite
Wait till you see what I got in the trunk
Anything I drive, it gotta have lows, it gotta have highs
Came from the ghetto, don't ever get it twisted, homie…

Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood
Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve

Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood
Chopping blades, gripping wood, bending corners through the hood

Riding candy cars, hood superstar
Kush, I'm the boss, I'm so high, bitch, I'm on Mars
Chrome bars smoking, candy paint soaking
Swerving left to right, you might think my stem broken
The way my trunk beating you would think my hand broken
But that's just how we do it down here, third coasting, toasting with my double cups
A slap celebration, we all meeting up…
Screw up on my dick, that's my favorite radio station
…got the baddest broads in the nation…we swerving, killing boys from Texas to Mississippi

I be
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve
Riding candy cars
Riding, riding candy cars
Swerve