Swang On 4's

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Swangers, and droppers, Southside
 We're gonna ball baby, living so lavishly
 And you know that I'm grabbin' grain
 Wreckshopping all night long, baby
 Swang on 4's with me
 Swang 4's with me, come roll with me
 As you pour cold cups I'ma smoke the tree
 Make tracks stop, beating up the block
 Ass end hop on the 4's and chop
 Can't let these haters take what I got
 Blue over silver, fresh out the shop
 Some gone bop, the lighters gone light
 That's why I keep Glocks with the infrared dot
 No time to plex, got to push the Lex
 Keep them diamonds shining 'round my neck
 Shots of chrome while I'm on the phone
 Popping legs walking in my home
 Walking through the doors on marble floors
 Chandeliers and studios
 Got to pimp the pen, when I'm in the wind
 And swanging 4's with optimos
 Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's
 Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Ooh I'm on swanger, with wood grain
 All on my dash, when I pass I'm looking oh so clean
 One in the chamber they must be
 Out of their minds if they're trying to take my bitch from me
 I won't be taken, releasing shots from my gun
 Ain't the one to get took off my four
 'Cause I know these jackers be waiting
 That's why I'm strapped at all times, I think you better let it go
 Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's
 Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Bubble lights they shining bright, boguard in the turning lane
 I'ma ride candy coat, then I'ma play with a remote working with wood grain
 Z-RO gone bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed red like the flesh
 It ain't no more hoops, just candy Coupes rings filed in the STS
 Hell yeah got a gun and beam, and I make you scream
 I work too hard when I grind, for niggas that wanna take my shit
 And niggas will get hit, I promise these fellas gone mind
 If I got to pull my piece to make a hater retreat
 Then I'ma focus on taking him out with red dots, they will smell
 It in the wind 'fore they try to move in I'm busting in the parking lot
 In a big body Dave & Taylor ain't no Honda
 Going the wrong way on the one way, screens falling
 Like rain drops, they gonna try and jack me one day
 But I'm armed and dangerous, eliminated the plex
 When it came to us unlike these marks
 I aim to bust, riding on 84's ain't no game to us
 Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us
 Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking up
 And yellow bones be paging us, and steady broads be claiming us
 But I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kit
 From South Post Oak to Laura Koppe, we swinging bitch
 Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's
 Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 Shooting spiders off my rims 'cause I'm ridin' on 4's (swang on 4's with me)
 

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Duration
04:28
Tempo
75 BPM

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