Swang
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[Fat Pat]
Niggas better see a nigga roll
Starched down and I'm rollin on 84's
[Hook - repeat 4X]
Swang, and swang, and swang to the left
Pop-Pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip
[Trae]
I'mma swang, I'mma swing my slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston Texas got to be fit, I'm a vet
So it's automatic when I'm swinging my wide frame
4 4,s to 24's I'm subject to glide man
Like a pimp without the whip I'm still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal and fully loaded ain't no takin my ride man
We gangsta and it ain't to much you can do to stop us
Don't try to knock us cause these diamonds got boppas tryna jock us
We the best at what we gon be and these haters know it
So haters hate us to death and I know cause 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 the chain
Peep the slang
[Hook]
[H.A.W.K.]
I'mma swang, and a swang, and a 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 a matter of fact bring the whole crew back
Only God can do that so I'mma leave it alone
Moving on moving 'til this sew gets on
I'm cruising along still got a screw tape on
Still in the zone wishing Kobe Blunt was home
Riding on chrome banging with my bud lights on
Riding home I reach Southern Astrodome
With Fat Pat's clone cause niggas see harrys on
His heart beat pumps through my flesh and bone flippin with Trae
Rolling down MLK this wood with glay
I'm chunkin seven duce today his dove k
Chiefin on some love lay and we on the boulevard acting okay
We gon
[Hook]
[Trae]
They be heinous my type of nature, my understand to this bip
Stacks in the back on the lack of this glimpse funna see me strip
Cutting corners on the daily basis
We fast like Kanye West samples when I be changin faces
I'm low like tips of waiters when I lean to the left
I roll the cd through the door for the fifth, poppers and pimps
Or maybe in the Impala 67 Chevy be spinnin
Invisible samples play everytime they catching me grin
Off in they face ain't too much 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 cause I still chop in my game
Just don't come off the side to my range I might be leaving the stage
Within my slab I be niggas gon respect to be gangsta
Teach certain dickeys plus the kids to lay wusup for you wankstas
Everyday's still the same I be still loud when I bang
And thanks to Screw and P18 we got them digging my slang
Huh
[Hook] - 9X
[Fat Pat]
Love it man, love it man, love it man...
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