Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
bizzy asf
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
bizzy asf
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come on (keep yo' head on a swivel, his head on a swivel)
Uh-huh
Come on, we finna do it like this
Told bro keep his head on a swivel
If you see a ****, on bro, better blow, blow, blow
We got DA in the back and he smokin' a black 'cause my bro on parole
I tote that brr, run back to the car
That shit was quick, we got a free car
Let's go to the 6, hit the low F5
Got bent at 6 ain't nobody out
I'm tired of lurkin', don't come outside
Blow through the curtains and pose for a pic
We t-shirt him (last car he was in was a big-ass hearse)
The opps be here with them big-ass clothes
I kept me a fan, move wrong get a show
Hear that frr, he's holdin' his shirt
I know he mad, he just hurt, know he hurt
I know he mad 'cause he thought I was local, the whole time I'm goin' global
Uh, she know I'm that ****, smokin' take one, put a paper, gon' tap on your shoulder
Bro, got a choppa in the stores, concealed in his coat, it's a three-inch barrel
She know I'm havin' my way with this shit, on my dress to do count apparel
Bro, gon' shoot, he ain't suited for nothin'
Get the lo' in the free car rush, got the low at eight
Hopped out and tapped that Drac and I stained just like
He think he big tryna swing his knuckles, I'ma duck it and tap that button
These bitch here got key no aim, I'ma swing it, hit you on your buddy
Them **** ain't slime for sale or pale snake
Them **** die for nothing
Tread back and I try to check make him, cut out for life going forty in a hundred
Lil 23 that's my fucking Z, if I give him one call, he coming
Lil Tommy D, he better not give me no call 'cause when I just come, it's Freddy
Told bro keep his head on a swivel
If you see a ****, on bro, better blow, blow, blow
We got DA in the back and he smokin' a black 'cause my bro on parole
I tote that brr, run back to the car
That shit was quick, we got a free car
Let's go to the 6, hit the low F5
Got bent at 6 ain't nobody out
I'm tired of lurkin', don't come outside
Blow through the curtains and pose for a pic
We t-shirt him (last car he was in was a big-ass hearse)
The opps be here with them big-ass clothes
I kept me a fan, move wrong get a show
Hear that frr, he's holdin' his shirt
I know he mad, he just hurt, know he hurt
Written by: bizzy asf