brand new nipsey track by rstylez ay ay ay nipsey we in the building my nigga slauson boy records ha ha right ay ay my nigga look check this out homie stop blowin up my muthafuckin phone cuz a nigga ain t gon get there no quicker you feel me my nigga i be makin them swerves i do my thang quick to switchin lanes these niggas man they get on my nerves always call me back say they need a sack so nigga i be makin them swerves i do my thang switchin lanes these niggas man they get on my nerves blowin up my phone they need the zones so nigga i be makin them swerves 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 niggas chasin sales down the block fuckin young niggas 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 crash 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 nigga i m smarter than the average nigga from your set nip hussle muthafucka i got traps to check  my nigga i be makin them swerves i do my thang quick to switchin lanes these niggas man they get on my nerves always call me back say they need a sack so nigga i be makin them swerves i do my thang quick to switchin lanes these niggas man they get on my nerves blowin up my phone they need the zones so nigga i be makin them swerves i don t about y all niggas but uh me i got a quota every day i wear the same dickies short but stay with the fresh j s little hoodrat 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 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 nigga 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 nigga my nigga i be makin them swerves i do my thang quick to switchin lanes these niggas man they get on my nerves always call me back say they need a sack so nigga i be makin them swerves i do my thang quick to switchin lanes these niggas man they get on my nerves blowin up my phone they need the zones so nigga i be makin them swerves why they sold bounce and grind motion pounds on the eastside cop before the cal backed and hopped out the g ride socked out niggas 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 niggas was the way that we ate that check cashing sock a nigga ripped his pockets then shake and wet be my blue cuddie and that chrome 380 young niggas 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 nigga like me thank god for briefs enough of that though i m outta here i had a long day i m finna shake cuz and go do what the song say my nigga i be makin them swerves