[Hook 1]

Swervin down the road, I’m rolling with my clone

We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor

John Cena, you can’t see us through the tinted windows

5%, that’s dark but we got darker in our souls

Hit a lick, bag full of money, chains got big diamonds

We’re rich, my clones shootin a uzi, hangin out the door

Old news, we ain’t talking about no old hoes

Left em all alone when we swerve past em on the side of the road

[Verse 1]

Talk down to my clone, we gon pull up at your home

Shoot you in a drive by, big guns like Tommy Angelo (Aye)

We pull up in the night, diamonds shinin in the full moon

Countin too much money, all we see is green, Piccolo

Take you by surprise, bullets hittin high and low

Safeties off we’re rushin in to kill ‘em all, like no Russian

Torch the house, burned it down, it left no evidence

We keep sending bodies to the morgue by the dozens

[Bridge]

Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead

Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car

Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead

Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car

[Hook 1]

Swervin down the road, I’m rolling with my clone

We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor

John Cena, you can’t see us through the tinted windows

5%, that’s dark but we got darker in our souls

Hit a lick, bag full of money, chains got big diamonds

We’re rich, my clones shootin a uzi, hangin out the door

Old news, We ain’t talking about no old hoes

Left em all alone when we swerve past em on the side of the road

[Verse 2]

Cruisin down a dark street preyin like some tigers

Got forties on our sides, huntin like predators

We ain’t locked in no zoo, free roamin killers

Try us, and your family put your face on the T-Shirts

Keep A kilo of the white flyin in this chopper

Spraying down with these .223's at the ops car

Pussy diss my clone, now he’s layin in the dirt

Thought he was a rockstar, but he's dumb like Patrick star

[Bridge]

Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead

Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car

Laser on my Glock and it’s aiming at your forehead

Pulled the trigger, we didn’t even have to stop the car

[Hook 1]

Swervin down the road, I’m rolling with my clone

We got poles in the foreign, and the pedal on the floor

John Cena, you can’t see us through the tinted windows

5%, that’s dark but we got darker in our souls

Hit a lick, bag full of money, chains got big diamonds

We’re rich, My clones shootin a uzi, hangin out the door

Old news, We ain’t talking about no old hoes

Left em all alone when we swerve past em on the side of the road