Lyrics:
know we gon' swang
Grippin' that heater, lil' bitch, I got Aim
Look at my shit, look how far it come
Told em I need that piece by Johnny Dang
My nigga, I
the deck
Candy coated private jet
Only like my pussy wet
Legs up when I'm having sex
Southside, is where we gon swang
Pulling up thoed, when I'm rolling
that I was done
Boy is you dumb no laying down where we from
Heart of a lion the opposition steady lying
Dropping record after record but
There's nobody
Yessir we still tipping
44's, 84's
I even Swang different
Growing up I had no choice I ether ran, or ran with it
Shots flew for that cheese nighas went
ring)
I know a nigga that could fight, but he broke
And I know a hustler just let the door swang (door swang)
Bitch where I'm from, gon' hustle or rob
on me I need no stylist
Where I’m from lacs come custom swang low mileage
Where I’m from turn trash to treasure like some pirates
Where I’m from split
you talk, it’s gone cost a boss if ain’t involving no cash
Pounding the pavement, famous like Amos, off a great pussy but we only in this bitch to break
gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' with Bone
Swing widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
Take that jet out to West
Swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip gone strip
Let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sitting very low
Pimp that
Bizzy Bone (Chorus):
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready
from the dirty dirty south, i nevaaaaa stress
can't you tell by the S on myyyyyyy chest?
Get yo ride on, playas
go and swang lane
i'm pimping
his mama cry
No matter where I catch em boy they gotta die
They been dropping 4z cause they know we lit
They ain't talking money cause they know we
He said he really 'bout it, don't give a fuck 'bout what you claim bitch
Everywhere we go you know we sideshow swang shit
Stack the money multiply by
swang gang bang I ain't bout that foolery
One look at my bank account she saying "bae it's you and me"
Bitch we call you goldilocks you know there ain't
If you ain't spending you costing
I bend the corner i'm flossing
I flame the swishers up often
I only network with bosses
We bout that action y'all
Once again, another Trax Productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
(Take it all, you need me)
app
I’m checking for my bitches. Babygirl, where you at?
[Hook] x2
[Counterhook] x1
Outro x2:
If you ain’t dropping off none,
I might swang, I might
Where yo blood was shot
Another pop
And we gone smoke that
It still smokin’ out my smokestack
So they hit it like the smoke back
Keep a few sticks but
a nigga ever wanna do is swang
All I ever did was stick to the code
Some shit like this only real niggas know
Hope heaven got a place where the real ones
on the low, I do not want them to know
Shawty Nina loaded; You know murder ? Yea she wrote that
Ain't gone ever judge you for the secrets that we both have
Let
Ooh
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get
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