(Intro)
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

(Hook)
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

(Verse)
I’m swerving through the city, fresh Jordans on my toes
Get in that coupe DeVille, ridin Cadillac bro
I’m all up in yo hood, nigga checkin on my do
Catch me with yo baby momma, checkin on yo hoe
A pocket full of bread and I don’t mean beda
Leanin on this ditch bitch, hand on the heater
Good girl on my meter, she begging me to beat er
But I really don’t want it, damn sure don’t need er
She a fly mamasita with a big round bottom
They come a dime a dozen and I damn sure got em
Somebody should’ve told er that I’m all about the peso
Get up off yo knees, I need the cheese, get the peso

(Hook x2)
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

(Verse)
I’m dippin through the city, fresh fitted on my dome
Cut me down 30 and I’m sittin on chrome
80 phones clickin and the squeak it like 4
Make you bitch mouthwater and a nigga straight on
But rockster is the home, made in Texas is the grip
The south is what I rep so you can get it how you live
I play this house dropper so they know just who it is
Put diamonds on the wood cuz I’m handling my biz
I’m jumpin up the hood so they know just how I feel
It’s UGK for life but if I’m ridin for the trill
Real just blindin, we do it big time
Man I’m grippin on the grip and I slap that shinin

(Hook x2)
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin

(Verse)
I’m dippin through the city, fresh chain upon my neck
The hood niggas see me and I’m getting my respect
They understand that I ain’t playin with a fork yet
If you get up out of line then I’mma put yo ass in check
I’m certified partner, better know it when you see
They gonna recognize it when you fuckin with a G
They put me in the cross, I’m sending flowers to your team
I’m finna cut some branches down up off your family tree
I’m underground king, that’s forever and a day
And I’mma lay a hater down to get up in my way
If you can ask him then you can explain
Don’t fuck with that trill ass nigga from BA

(Hook x2)
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin
Dippin and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin
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Dippin' & Swervin' Lyrics

Bun B – Dippin' & Swervin' Lyrics

Songwriters: Bernard Freeman
Dippin' & Swervin' lyrics © BUG MUSIC

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