Turn it all the way around an' watch it from the front seat
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green
I clock dollars an' pop collars for a livin'
Me an' Quint, pushin' 'Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no stress
I'm ridin' down the street, bumpin' nothin' but us
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck
I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
A bank for that cap an' a bank for that butt
I asked her what's her name, baby, it could be love
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
An' won't be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
Don't get mad 'coz a nigga straight up
I spotted me a freak, she was 'bout to catch a buzz
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
I was born to be a mack, not yo' muh' fuckin' man
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss
An' you gotta reach me somethin' for that, ho'
Out the paint shop or the car lot or what not
The knock in the back, get the trunk on rattle
Why you actin' surprised, I know you heard this shit before?
Hey, you better put that money in my hand
'Coz I ain't for free, bitch
An' never no back talkin' 'coz I call her jack, backhand slap
Them 20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss
Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts
Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' any one of y'all hoes think
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
'Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the grip
An' in the public's eyes she can be legit, be my bitch
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
I got that iron right on my side
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole
Pay what cha muthafuckin' weigh
You mad 'coz I hit cha, ho, me an' her split cha dough
One tech, two glocks, infra red, no vests
My rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
I'm at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
The ones that make money an' stack them bucks
A nigga gon' give 'em somethin', I can't give ya shit
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
She come up short wit money, baby, then I snap wit a strap
Take a hit wit the fist
Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
An' you just might have to throw some blows
