[Intro]
(Your check on another, DJ Skee) World premiere
Brand new Nipsey
Track by RStylez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Nipsey, we in the building, my n***a
Slauson Boy Records
Ha-ha, right
Ayy, ayy, my n***a, look, check this out, homie
Stop blowin' up my motherfuckin' phone 'cause
A n***a ain't gon' get there no quicker, you feel me?

[Chorus]
My n***a, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These n***as, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So, n***a, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, switchin' lanes
These n***as, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So, n***a I be makin' them swerves

[Verse 1]
Look, I stay on the grind
That's why you see me on the BG, I stay on the dime
I stash money out of sight, but it stay on my mind
Sells blowin' up my phone, so I stay on my line
I see these dumb n***as, chasin' sales down the block
Fuckin' young n***as, takin' mark money from the cops
Every day I hit the turf, I'm like, "Just come through"
Servin' quarters to the homies in the luxury coupe
I sip the Veuve Clicquot, and blow the kush through the roof
And play cat and mouse with C.R.A.S.H. cops, you know how we do
Stay off the radar, I dipped on Johnny in the Regal
Cracked a fat bitch, the next day I took her Geo
Green on green tint with Betty Boop in her window
Same block, same cop, they drove right past a n***a
I'm smarter than the average n***a from your set
Nip' Hussle, motherfucker, I got traps to check
[Chorus]
My n***a, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These n***as, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So, n***a, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These n***as, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So, n***a I be makin' them swerves

[Verse 2]
Yup, I don't know 'bout y'all n***as but, uh, me, I got a quota every day
I wear the same Dickies short but stay with the fresh J's
Lil' hood rat, bitch, so I stay with the fresh braids
Keep a spot on the block to tuck when the feds raid
My network on the turf, it's like the mob
When I pull up on my block, all my workers on they job
I give 'em their work, they give me my cash (Cool)
They pay for a seven, I throw 'em a half
I'm tryna connects on the herd and spread like a rash
'Cause I heard in D.C., it's 500 a half
That's a thousand a whole, fuck it, I'll be out in the cold
And cook the quarters on a portable stove, my n***a
No, you don't live like this
You ain't never hit a lick and shook town for the flip
You never called UPS to track the package you sent
You never broke the bricks in a Motel 6, my n***a
[Chorus]
My n***a, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These n***as, man, they get on my nerves
Always call me back, say they need a sack
So, n***a, I be makin' them swerves
I do my thang, quick to switchin' lanes
These n***as, man, they get on my nerves
Blowin' up my phone, they need the zones
So, n***a I be makin' them swerves

[Verse 3]
Why they sold bounce and grind motion pounds on the eastside
Cop before the cal backed and hopped out the G ride
Socked out n***as, you thought was real killers
That Crenshaw summer school, Thunderdome in the village
Back in them days when Rack Capone knocked out Zay
And Nip' Hussle had to pardon his fade
When robbin' n***as was the way that we ate
That check cashing, sock a n***a, ripped his pockets then shake
And wet be my blue cuddie and that chrome .380
Young n***as havin' money, tuckin' thousands daily
Johnny was on us, rough, pulled me over on a dime
A quarter in my ass with a pocket full of cash
I had some Dickies shorts on, cop told me spread my feet
That's when a n***a like me thank God for briefs
Enough of that though, I'm out of here, I had a long day
I'm finna shake, 'cuz and go do what the song say
[Outro]
My n***a, I be makin' them swerves