Crossed Pt. 2 // Swerve (feat. EK & TC)

Sauce my drip you need flavor
Ice on my like three glaciers
She made me her screen saver
You jus mad you can’t save her
Stop lying to niggas they shit really trash
Stop cappin on bodies we know you ain’t smash
Diamonds be shinin they don’t need the flash
Keep guns n' my rolls, I am so slash
He walk the line but he not Johnny Cash
Play wit them Titans you know we gone clash
Yo chain from the mall? It might give you a rash
My hoe got that W.A.P I dip and I splash
I’m playin Mario Kart in my Tesla
I’m beefin wit Elon so it cost me extra
I call up brodie he slime the vendetta
You can’t talk to hoes not even Alexa
Whoa shawty swerving drinking vodka
Lemme drive before i die
Brodie whipping shit it’s not a potluck
Dive the Mach 5 no speed racer
200 on the dash bitch see you later
Henny on the rocks ion need a chaser
Faded so crossed ion need a taper
Jesus on my cross I will never save her
Yea I hit 'em quick quick real shit
Playing tag that's a Okie Doke
All about my bread
Need my cheese like it’s provolone
If she ain’t sucking on my dick then I’m going home
Niggas looking sad make me sick
Losing chromosomes
Playing games with these niggas like it’s home alone
Get me pissed you getting dragged like a mobile home
I’m dropping Bombs on these niggas like a motor drone
Racing to the money, hope I crash on another road
Ain’t no pick and roll if it’s tennis
281 Soulja on my soul no limit
Bitch I'ma go to the finish
Rolling throu the city
I control what you didn’t
Can’t stop till the end like a sentence
Murdering the game and I stroll like a menace
Carry choke holds like a pendant
Fucking up this shit wit my bro’s good riddance
Whoa shawty swerving drinking vodka
Lemme drive before i die
Brodie whipping shit it’s not a potluck
Dive the Mach 5 no speed racer
200 on the dash bitch see you later
Henny on the rocks ion need a chaser
Faded so crossed ion need a taper
Jesus on my cross I will never save her
Swerve swerve swerve them rims steady spinnin
My brudda seen murda so he don't know limits
I'm a black Beatle I'm feelin like Lennon
She don't like yo music they jus be pretending
Aye quick quick
We gotta dip dip
We getting crossed
You might get lost
If you take it to far
Hello lil mama come leave wt the boy
Hello lil mama a demon I still get involved
Ten hoes that's my roster
I'm all in her guts like a doctor
I'm breakin her back, fuck her posture
Ain't no ramen we eat steak and lobster