Swangin On 4's
[Big Moe]Swingers, and droppers, SouthsideWe're gonna ball baby, living so lavishlyAnd you know that I'll, grab and breakWreckshopping all night long babySwing on 4's with meSwing 4's with me, come roll with meAs the po-po, cause I'ma flow the treeMake tracks stop, beating up the blockAss end hop on the 4's and chopCan't let these haters take what I gotBlue and frail, fresh out the shopSome gone bop, the lighters gone lightThat's why I keep glocks with infrared dotsNo time to plex, got to push the lexKeep them diamonds shining round my neckShots of chrome while I'm on the phonePopping legs walking in my homeWalking through the doors, on marble floorsChandeliers and studiosGot to pimp the pen, when I'm in the windAnd swanging 4's with optimos[Hook x2]Swang on 4's with me, and I like itShoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4'sSwang on 4's with me, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-ohShoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's[Z-Ro]Oooooooh I'm one swinger, with wood grainAll on my dash, when I pass I'm looking oh so cleanOooooone in the chaaamber they must beOut of their minds if they're trying to take my bitch from meI won't be taken, releasing shots from my gunAin't the one to get took off my fourCause I know these jackers be waitingThat's why I'm strapped at all times, I think you better let go[Hook x2][Z-Ro]Bubble lights they shining bright, bo-guard in the turning laneI'ma rock candy coat, then I'ma play with a remote working with wood grainZ-Ro gone bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed red like the fleshIt ain't no more hoops, just candy Coupes screens fall in the STSLittle young got a gun and beam, and I make you screamI work too hard when I grind, for niggas that wanna take my shitAnd niggas will get hit, I promise these fellas gone mindIf I got to pull my piece to make a hater retreatThen I'ma focus on taking him out with red dots, they will smellIt in the wind 'fore they try to move in I'm busting in the parking lotIn a big body Dave & Taylor ain't no haunt dayGoing the wrong way on the one way, screens fallingLike rain drops, they gonna try to take me one dayBut I'm armed and dangerous, eliminated the plexWhen it came to us unlike these marksI ain't no bust, riding on 94's and the game to usRealizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging usHomicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking upAnd ghetto hoes be paging us, and silly broads be claiming usBut I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kitFrom South Post Oak to Laura Koppe, we swanging bitch[Hook x2]
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