Lyrics:
Yeah, lets go
Huh swerve on em yeah (Big Swerve)
Yeah, let's go
Big Swerve (ISwerve)
Big Swerve no other, I'm swerving on em me and my lil brother
Empire
I go by the name lil mehso
Fana ako'nu ndi nwere time anege
I've been down on my zeros Afuro onye akoro
Hardship makes things look like
I like my woman
Call her rubberband boosie when she wrap my money
Do you squeeze ya nigga tight when he leave the house
Break em of ya whole taxes
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
Focus
Get my family out the hood that's what I'm all about
Anywhere I go I'm good lil boy don't run yo mouth
Know I'm crossing every single line if they
stackin', miss my niggas, this one for Lil Boosie
Come have fun with the gang, we turn shit to a movie
All these bitches groupies, I might buy some uzis
boosie
so I picked the rawest one out the click
grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
[Chorus: repeat]
I need a thug in my life
and you ain't
yo city n***a?)
Area code 225 (Shout out to the boot my n***a)
You know 225 all the way live n***a (Shout out to the boot)
(Tell them how you feel
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
endeavors
Lotta times I'm second guessin' cuz I'm never second
Flat my right hand man I think he ambidextrous
Boosie shoulda fixed that shit wit' Webbie
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
sparrin, (Naa)
Nigga got his bitch wit him then i keep that lil karen, (Pow)
Yo bitch talk shit than my bitch gon get the swearin,
We pulled up in a hooptie
out yo shit shout my lil thruki
I can tell that you is on a struggle you smell like dookie
I've been leavin fire on that track but I am not tunechi
Free
the hood surrounded by shooters
I been trying do better my grandma tell me be better but lately been losing my hope
Say we putting shit together
This shit
and it get violent
Yeahh this one for my brothers in a can ohhh
I'll be stepping by myself no place I can't go
Shout out to the north where my heart
Things get heated, I turn to Jimmy and I clutch it
Need you by my side, is you down to ride, is you gone be (my ride or die)
Even when we fight, I can't
Yeeah
Got damn lil baby you thick as fuck
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
That ass fat as hell
Ass super fat, like they threw a super size
gucci prada and y.s.l
And her clientele is never fucking hoochies
Just a bunch of bad asses like they only fuck with boosie
I said shorty whats your
Styrofoam got me juicing up
Now im gone nigga faded like a boosie cut
In my zone
Finna be on
Niggas try to copy but they ainn my clone
They just tryna copy
blue bills
We got them rockets and our pocket so lil homie be chill
Fill a wood up with sticky so we all get pilt
I be in my own lane can you catch my
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