Lyrics: Pistol Atkins. Swerve.

First you pull up splerge, merge then stop
Swerve tryin not to hit the curb in a drop
Slap a t v down Whatchu lookin at nigga
Pull the tre pound Whatchu lookin at nigga

dope boy fresh in a benz on chops
I pull up at the light and my rims dont stop
Swerve to the left Whatchu lookin at nigga
Swerve to the right Whatchu lookin at nigga