Swang On 4’s

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

Is you popo 'cause I'ma flow the street?

Makes 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 flex, 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

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

Bubble lights, they shining bright, Bogarde in the turning lane

I'ma ride candy coat then I'ma play with a remote working with woodgrain

Z Ro gon' 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 **** that wanna take my shit

And **** will get hit ,I promise these fells gon' 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

Realize that there ain't no changing us, rearranging 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

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

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