Swang

**** better see a **** roll

Starched down and I'm rolling on eighty-fours

Swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

I'ma swing, I'ma swing a 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 be swinging my wide frame

Four-fours to twenty-fours, 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, fully-loaded, ain't no taking my ride, man

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

Don't try to knock us 'cause these diamonds got boppers trying 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 'cause these haters show it

I only ride alone so they can picture me rolling

And for them jackers thinking fly, just picture what I be holding

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

A few of them will have you leaking till you're dead or you're swollen

But still I ride like the law, floating above everything

I'm screwed up click until it's over, ****, fresh off the chain

Peep the slang

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

I'ma 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, matter of fact, bring the whole crew back

Only God can do that so I'ma leave it alone

Moving on, moving to this soothing song

I'm cruising along, still got a Screw tape on

Still in the zone, wishing Corey Blount was home

Riding on chrome, banging with my bud lights on

Riding home, southeast of the Astrodome

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

His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and bone

Flipping with Trae, mobbing down MLK

It's blue over grey, I'm tipping seven deuce today

His dove K chiefin' on some lovely

And we on the boulevard acting ugly

We gon'

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

They be heinous, my type of nature

My understanding is nothing sticks

In the back of a 'lac on this clash

I'm finna see me strip

Cutting corners on the daily basis

We fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasing faces

I'm known to tip like a waiter when I be lean to the left

I roll the city through the dark with a feel for poppers and pimps

Or maybe in the Impala '67 Chevy be spinning

Invisible, set this play

Every time they catching me grinning

Off in they face and ain't too much that they can do to a G

But try to hate me every second due the fact who I be

And it don't bother me 'cause I still be top in my game

Just don't come off the side of my Range, I might be leaving the stain

Within my slab I be

**** gon' respect that we gangster

T-shirt and Dickies plus the keys that now they sell for you wanksters

Every day is still the same, I be so loud when I bang

And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em digging our slang

Huh

I'm a Screwed Up affiliate, I strictly roll in red

Every time we hit the parking lot we're turning heads

I been watched by parole, task force, and by the feds

'Cause they know I got 'em for ten and they know the game ain't dead

It's too late, I'm deep up in it

Ain't nothing about me scary

Chiefin' in the club, tryna find me something hairy

Dipping at the bar, smoking on that stogie

Since I came home from the pen, seems like everybody know me

You got lots of friends when you up and when you balling

Just like Pookey, all the haters started calling

They see the diamonds and the Bentley and the candy thing

They know I'm mob stomping Texas, they know I'm rolling with James

They know it's UGK for life and that I'm down with Bun

They know we grinding, bitch'll hit 'em with another one

It's UGK Records, right now we need distribution

Since Laura Red, my free the pimp, it's going down in Houston

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip

Love it, man

Love it, man

Love it, man