Swervin' In The Rain

I didn't want any favors Aye, it's that nigga 104 Walkin' through the trap door Everybody gettin' low When I up my fuckin' pole Walk inside the trap And everybody gettin' real lit Walk inside the trap And then I might just f*ck on your bitch I'm up off a perc So if you shoot me, I won't feel shit Up the Glock, it burns And it don't even feel emotion Mr. 104, I took your bitch, slicker than lotion Mr. 104, don't trust a ho, so use a Trojan Walk up on the opps And if you talk, then I'ma blow it If I up the Glock, I promise you it ain't to show it If I had a show, I promise you I'd have that ho lit I don't care about rappin', I just like talkin' dumb shit But I only talk about shit that I done, bitch Oh my God, he's rap cappin', what, are you dumb, bitch Stupid hoes and niggas is the shit I'm really done with Gettin' rich, the main goal, we can't kick it, bum, bitch Remember I was really swervin' in the rain Remember I was young as f*ck and I ain't had a thang Remember that one boy tested me, I let it bang He saw the light, that shit was bright like it was Johnny Dang Young boy on the block, but you know that I got aim Young boy on the block, but I'm not NBA Interrogation room, but I ain't got nothin' to say All I know is what I know and what I know I ain't gon' say I ain't gon' say shit, so bitch, take me away I was flyin' around space, coupe boy, I'm in a Wraith I wake up in the morning thinkin', hmm, who gon' die today Always thinkin' you can play, but I don't fuckin' play games You such a rat, I guarantee you know cops by name You snitch on me one day, I'll catch you and I'll bust your brain I made a song in like a night, it only take one take I fucked your bitch long stroke and I made her legs shake My nigga TJ fucked a bitch and he made the bed break Put my dick on a bitch tongue, ask her how it taste And we fuckin' just for fun, we ain't goin' on a date I make money where I'm at, then I go to another state Out in Denver, I'm at Ruth Chris, tryna eat a steak How much your gold rope weigh, I know that shit fake Shot a op in his forehead, all you heard was bang Remember I was really swervin' in the rain Remember I was young as f*ck and I ain't had a thang Remember that one boy tested me, I let it bang He saw the light, that shit was bright like it was Johnny Dang Young boy on the Glock, but you know that I got aim Young boy on the block, but I'm not NBA Young boy on the block, but I'm not NBA Young boy on the block, but you know I got aim