Ayy ayy ayy ayy
They say they want more of that
They say they want more teenage baby type shit
I know this shit
Hop up in that coupe
We swerve
We poppin' bitches
You learn
All that paper we generate and we burn
We hoppin' in that coupe
We swerve
We swerve
We swerve
We swerve
We hoppin' straight in that coupe
We swerve
You know we swervin' this bitch
Ooh you can not handlе it
Imagine all my money
Just on my lap just picture' it
My girl said want my diamonds
So I had to flеx my wrist
That boy think talkin' crazy
So I had to talk my shit
They see me drivin' cars everyday
So I switch my whip
I jump right straight to the crowd
Yeah we gettin' lit
Control your girl little boy
Come get your bitch we swerve
How you durr
Pull up to your girl's crib
She look at first
Yeah I wear designer on my pants
Yeah they like it blue smurf
All these diamonds on my neck
Feels like I'm a serf
Bitch complainin' bout her bag
So I bought her a Gucci purse
Hop up in that coupe
We swerve
We poppin' bitches
You learn
All that paper we generate and we burn
We hoppin' in that coupe
We swerve
We swerve
We swerve
We swerve
We hoppin' straight in that coupe
We just swerve
Okay
Put him on a plate
Make he fade away
Make him be a little bitch
Make him pray
The words I'm speakin' is the truth
You heard I said
Little bitch what I'm doin
This ain't a race
Comin' at me little bitch
All them bullets they spray
And you ain't gonna survive
Any fuckin' new day
And my bitch sendin' paragraphs
I buy that hater with a K
Hop up in that coupe
We swerve
We poppin' bitches
You learn
All that paper we generate and we burn
We hoppin' in that coupe
We swerve
We swerve
We swerve
We swerve