Niggas better see a nigga roll
Starched down & I'm rollin' on 84's.
Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep.
I'm a Swang, I'm a Swang the slab, lean to the left
Pop my trunk & 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
.44'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 & it ain't too much you can do to stop us
Don't try to knock us 'cause these bounters got boppers tryin' to jock us
We the best at what we gon' be & these haters know it
So haters hate us to death & 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 your dead or your 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.
Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep.
I'm a Swang & a Swang & 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 a 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, bangin' 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 & bones
Flippin' with Trae, mobbin' down MLK
He's blue over gray, I'm tippin' sellin' duece today
It's dub K, chiefin' on some lovely
And we on the Boulevard actin' ugly, we gon'...
Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang-Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep.
A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothin' stacks
In the back of a Lac on this glass, your 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 & 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 'cause 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 & Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wanksta's
Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang
And thanks to Screw & P A T we got 'em diggin' our slang, ha.
Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep
Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep.
Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man.