Chedda Ree - In My Grave (Swervin') Lyrics

Stay in yo lane don't be swerving
Lil bitch on me she so perty
Foreign lil bihh might be persian
Glock on me like I be purgin
Spin the block sprayin curtains
Slam a nigga, Mr. Perfect
It ain't money it ain't urgent
Why you callin you so irking
When I die don't be hurtin and don't let phonies in my service
If I catch a phony in my service
In my grave in my turning (Yeah yeah)
Leave the crib with a stick
Tuck it down in my pants
If I'm vibin off the bottle
Then I ain't fightin with the hands
I don't even be in drama but I keep it just in case
Cause the way the city is pistols wanna take your fate
I'll never go that way unless a nigga wanna play
I just wanna count the bag I ain't even in the way
Wanna see some niggas shine but all they do is gimme hate
How you call yourself my brotha when you competing for my place
Showed you nothin but some love then you treat me like a lame
Had to go and switch and the lane pussies poppin cause the name
Snatchin bodies like a chain
Bitch I'm ballin watch me drain
Got designer on my back
I ain't lookin back
Bangers with the tracks
Satisfied with that
Seen some homies get it
I ain't never hate
Patience where it's at
Niggas gone leech when you winning
Niggas gone leech when you winning yay
Don't get no love in my city
Don't get no love in my city nay
Stay in yo lane don't be swerving
Lil bitch on me she so perty
Foreign lil bihh might be persian
Glock on me like I be purgin
Spin the block sprayin curtains
Slam a nigga mr perfect
It's not money it ain't urgent
Why you callin you so urkin
When I die don't be hurtin and don't let phonies in my service
If I catch a phony in my service
In my grave in my turning (Yeah yeah)