[Hook]
Swervin’ and I’m hittin’ all the pylons
Sippin’ smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Swervin’ and I’m hittin’ all the pylons
Sippin’ smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone

Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
All the man dem outta order
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
All the man dem outta order

[Verse 1]
Tell me what I gotta do now
Shit ain’t cool now
And you always telling me to cool down
Got me acting like a fool wow
Yeah you know I put it down I might pound on it
Pussy wet girl I might drown on it
When I get up in it make a sound don’t it
Yeah you say it’s mine but I don’t own it
Sometimes I too gone I can’t find you
Pussy bald like Caillou
Careful of these fuck n***as tryna buy you
Acting like a label tryna sign you
All I do is speak the truth, but you don’t get it
Brain overloading spilling all over my fitted
We go high I can guide you like parachute
Don’t let them tear your soul like a pair of shoes
[Hook]
Swervin’ and I’m hittin’ all the pylons
Sippin’ smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Swervin’ and I’m hittin’ all the pylons
Sippin’ smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone

Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
All the man dem outta order
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
All the man dem outta order

[Verse 2]
I got messages I wanna send
I got issues you can’t comprehend
Told you many times I had a plan, but you thought it was a B pill
Fucking with my mind raw, I can’t see still
It’s gon’ take a while, take a seat, chill
Listen to the lines that I’m spitting
Not the lines that you sniffing
You just blind from the mentions
Need a refill
Yeah I see ya with the cheap thrills
Ridin’ dirty with no seatbelt
N***as tryna ride my wave like them seashells
Henny, ginny, sipping many I can’t speak well
Maybe you should check your DMs and your emails
Dreams of me and you in the V12
But you changed up, you a stranger
And your n***a he a hater
Just ‘cause you used to ride me like the fa-ir
They say life ain’t really fa-ir
So middle finger in the a-ir
[Hook]
Swervin’ and I’m hittin’ all the pylons
Sippin’ smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Swervin’ and I’m hittin’ all the pylons
Sippin’ smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone
Sippin’ and I’m smokin’ yeah I’m try gone

Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
Fact, tryna get this shit sorted
All the man dem outta order
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
Back, tryna get this shit sorted
All the man dem outta order