Big Shake, what up Swerve
Ay, ay, look, comin' straight out the South
Phoenix, Arizona, bring em out
I don't got respect for niggas chasin' clout
I've been worth a big amount
Niggas really off the walls like a mount
They don't know that I've been hard to figure out
I've been in the drought since I was a youngin
Buying momma dream crib and car's, how I'm comin
I remember takin' L's, but I had to keep it runnin
Screaming f*ck the past, niggas supposed to learn from it
Me and Young Swerve about to rip this f*ckin' beat up
On another level, you niggas could never reach up
Smokin' on that loud, so you hear us when we speak up
Cold with the flow, can't nobody turn the heat up
Switch up your shit, don't switch on the homies
F*ck all the fake, don't act like you know me
I'd rather you hate me than act like a phony
I do not bowl, but this shit got me rolling
Never been arrested, not a felon, that's a blessing
Like a kid with nothin' but F's, I am not worth all the testin
Divin' in these waters, better learn to take a breath in
Got some O.G.'s, who really been up in the trenches
Had to take it back, like an 8-track, for the one time
Arizona really feel it when the sun shine
Take a dab, smoke a blunt, have a slump night
If I'm standin' on it, best believe I'm on the front line
Yeah, we boutta take it back
Show you where these niggas lack
Yeah, we boutta take it back
Cause they don't know how to act
Said we gotta bring it back
We been pickin' up the slack
Said we gotta bring it back
Kicking back while I smoke another pack
Ay
I creep and I crawl , feel no pressure when my back against the wall
Got my head straight, now my paper gettin' tall
I don't go on dates, but I got bitches on call
Watch how I ball, keep them heads ringing
Ring-ding-dong, cheefing that gas, so I'm blowin' out the bong
Got me on the moon, I ain't Neil Armstrong
Finessin' for the head, then I bounce, do her wrong
Homie I'm a P, I get hoes
Getting jiggy at the club, and I'm steady killin' shows
Dive up in a freak, got her friend touchin' toes
Ain't nothing finna stop till I get it, Lord knows
Blowin' by the O, my whip rose gold
I'm a real nigga, I will never sell my soul
I was down bad, dug myself in the hole
But I made it out, now I got full control, bitch
Yeah, we better take it back
Show you where these niggas lack
Yeah, we better take it back
Cause they don't know how to act
Said we gotta bring it back
We been pickin' up the slack
Said we gotta bring it back
Kicking back while I smoke another pack
