Blues Lyrics by G Herbo (feat. Future)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
I’m a street n**** that got rich
I made curves off a brick
See a hoe and hit the curb
What’s the word? My name Swerv
Weed and crack, I used to serve
Not like rappers ’cause they nerds
My bitch snappin’, need a purse
Give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back, I hit the stu’
Then traffic with the crew
Keep my savage in the coupe
Two ratchets with us too
I’m in Saks, just spent a sack
Got patent on my shoes
Ain’t none happenin’ in the ‘Raq
The Caddy bullet proof
Draco hackin’ them like Shaq
We whacked him, ’cause he lack
Bad bitch all on my lap
Speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the ‘gnac
Took traction off the track
Bein’ broke, that shit was wack
I ain’t never goin’ back
Blues stacked on blues
Money went in my vein
Sniper face in a presidential
Could’ve brought a pint
Buss it down, got rocks on us
Drug traffic and Fentanyl
Cookin’ dope up with the mask on
Cold hearted, I attacked ’em
Swerve on ’em, just wacked ’em
Give a bitch away, ain’t latchin’ on
Put a bag on your block though
Coke stashed in the mobile home
Burned the cash off a mobile phone
Drive past and knock doors off
Bodybag and change the code words
Wax n****, Costra Nostra
Fifty thousand in the Burberry store
Gave it all to the savages
Tip-toein’ on a marble floor, like a ballerina when she nasty
Snatchin’ models out in traffic
Snipin’ bitches like a savage
Freak bitch and she sassy
I treat her up, G Wagon
Put a meal ticket on a tragedy
Put gold veneers my cavity
I been ballin’ on ’em like a athlete
Gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity
AK’s right next to me
The whole gang off ecstasy
Your hoe exchange with me sexually
A lot of gold chains, blue checks with me
I’m a renegade, ain’t no checkin’ me
And everybody in the ‘Raq know
I been fucked all the ‘Raq hoes
Left the club in a black Rolls
A n**** tweak, get blammed up
We done closed all the back doors
G Wagon to Lamb’ truck
Swerv already got those
Blues stacked on blues
Money went in my vein
Sniper face in a presidential
Could’ve brought a pint
Buss it down, got rocks on us
Drug traffic and Fentanyl
Cookin’ dope up with the mask on
Cold hearted, I attacked ’em
Swerve on ’em, just wacked ’em
Give a bitch away, ain’t latchin’ on
Put a bag on your block though
Coke sashed in the mobile home
Burned the cash off a mobile phone
Drive past and knock doors off
Bodybag and change the code words
Wax n****, Costra Nostra