Swang

Niggas betta see a nigga roll

Starched down and

I'm rollin on eighty fours-fo-fo-fo [Chorus]

Swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep [Trae]

I'm a swang,

I'm a swang the slab, lean to the left

Pop my trunk and show what

I'm about so

Houston, Texas gotta be felt

I'm a vet, so it's automatic when

I be swingin my wide frame 4-4's to 24's

I'm subject to glide mayne

Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when

I slide mayne

Plus I'm lethal fully loaded, ain't no takin my ride mayne

We gangsta and it ain't too much you can do to stop us

Don't try to knock us cuz these bounters got boppers tryin to jock us

We the best at what we gon be and these haters know it

So haters hate us to death and

I know cuz these haters show it

I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin

And for them jackers thinkin fly, just picture what

I be holdin

Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin

A few of them will have you leakin til you're dead or you're swollen

But still

I ride like the law, floatin above everything

I'm Screwed

Up Click until it's over, nigga fresh off tha chain, peep tha slang [Chorus x2]

Swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep [H.A.W.K.]

I'ma swang and a swang and

I swang to the left

Pop my trunk for

Fat Pat's death

I would give my last breath if

I could bring you back

Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back

Only God can do that so

I'm gonna leave it alone

Movin on, groovin to this soothin song

I'm cruisin along, still got a

Screw tape on,

Still in the zone, wishin

Corey Blunt was home

Ridin on chrome, banging with my bub' lights on

Ridin home

Southeast of the

Astrodome

I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on

His heart beat pumps through my flesh and bones

Flippin with

Trae, mobbin down

MLK He's blue over grey,

I'm tippin sellin duece today

It's dub K, chiefin on some lovely

And we on the

Boulevard acting ugly, we gon [Chorus x2]

Swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep [Trae]

A.B.N is my type of nature, my understanding is (?...?) stacks

In the back of a

Lac on this glass, you're finna see me struttin'

Cuttin corners on the daily basis

Move fast like

Kanye West samples when

I be chasin faces

I'm on the tip like a waiter when

I be leanin to the left

I'm roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers and belts

Or maybe in an

Impala '67

Chevy be spinnin

Invisible set display everytime they catchin me grinnin

Off in they face, it ain't too much that they can do to a

G But try to hate me every second due to the fact who

I be And it don't bother me cuz

I still be top of my game

Just don't come off inside of my range

I might be leavin a stain

Whether my slab or beam

Niggas gon respect that we gangsta

T-shirt and

Dickies plus the kicks that

I lace up for you wankstas

Everyday is still the same,

I be slowed loud when

I bang And thanks to

Screw and

P-A-T we got 'em diggin our slang, ha [Chorus x4]

Swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep

Swang-swang and

I swang and

I swang to the left

Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep [Fat Pat]

Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man