Swerv NTraffic - 448

From the mail straight to the scale, make sure that weight 448
If it say 447 he'll be on first 48
I need a bell, got clientele and I ain't trying to make them wait

This bitch hold 50 tweaking cocked it twice so he caught 48
Let's spin again, they like Swerv, you tweaking out
You up, just spend a ten, I won't spin shit but a bin
Catch him lacking, get to crackin shoot at him and all his friends

30 shots in every flrrrd bitch I'm gon' shoot until the end
These Glocks ain't twins, they different gins
Fuck an ABC, I know AK, I know FN
I just popped a perk, I'm 30'd up, bitch, fuck a ten

My plug, be speakin Spanish saying shit I can't comprehend
I'm drunk as fuck, keep fucking up, aye Bezzle punched me in
Matter of fact, just keep it going
Everry blick came with a bottom just press that bitch and get the blowing

My luh shooters, they elite, you can't compete, we just keep scoring
Monday night, shit'll get raw, come slime you out like Randy Orrin
From the mail straight to the scale, make sure that weigh 448
If it say 447 he'll be on first 48

I need a bell, got clientele and I ain't trying to make them wait
This bitch hold 50 tweaking, cocked it twice so he caught 48
Let's spin again, they like Swerv, you tweaking out
You up, just spend a ten, I won't spin shit but a bin

Catch him lacking, get to crackin shoot at him and all his friends
30 shots in every fled bitch I'm gon' shoot until the end
These Glocks ain't twins, they different gins
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Written by:
Izayiah Gannaway-Kirkland

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