Sailid - Tire Skirt, Swerve Lyrics

Tire skirt, swerve

If I die tonight
Tell my momma that I love her
I might not make it back home

If I die tonight
Tell my momma that I love her
I might not make it back home

Run it up
Keep it by the hip like a commabon
This for all niggas that ain't done enough
Chopper choke a nigga out like the cinnamon

Challenge
Just like that a young nigga unbalanced

Half pure
And the other half violent
Yuck

Holy villain
I understand but I Pop it like penicillin
Pray to GOD because I'm still sinning

Whoa

Back up boy back up
Before I smack ya
Leave ya momma heart fractured

Kill switch

My homie strapped up
Ready to act up
Like auditioning actors

Will Smith

They move so tactical
After you
Day don't care like after school
(Watch it)

This ain't know drill
You know the drill
Give up your life
Or you wallet
(Stop it)

Days like this
Really get me caught up in my ways like this
Mess around end a sucker days like this
Pick up Nae Nae like it wave like this

(Bllllldddd)

Days like this
Really get me caught up in my ways like this
Mess around end a sucker days like this
Pick up Nae Nae like it wave like this

(Yah)

If I die tonight
Tell my momma that I love her
I might not make it back home

If I die tonight
Tell my momma that I love her
I might not make it back home

F*ck you nigga that's bullshit

And somewhat unbelievable
I'ma come back like you need me too

Cop that
Then I cock back
Hit ya top hat
With the block check
Where your block at
When the block wet

Pop, pop, pop
Like a grandkid looking for his granddad
Flip flop drop
From the contact

Watch out

If I die tonight
Tell my momma that I love her
I might not make it back home

If I die tonight
Tell my momma that I love her
I might not make it back home