Swang Remix E

Yeah, this the remix. Swang and the swang and the swang to the Left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Swang, swang and the swang and swang to the Left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Yep, swang and the swang swang to the left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, yep, Yep. swang and the swang and the swang to The left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Yep, These bitches wanna see a nigga roll. Five fifty flossin', needs a tag for the tow. Ice cold AC, butterscotch guts. Hardtop Benz with the roof popped up. Every tooth rocked up. Nigga swangin' with the Glock Nine, sixty deuce Cocked up. Bangin' at the stop sign, My mama passed. Now my nigga ho, dog, I'm a miss. Every time I think about him When I'm drivin', I'ma gist. I'm a screwed up affiliate of strictly rollin' reds. Every time we hit the parkin' lot, we turnin' Heads. I been watched by parole, task force, And by the feds. 'Cause they know I got A pretend and they know the game ain't dead. It's too late, I'm deep up in it, ain't Nothin' about me scary. Chiefin' in the club, tryna find me somethin' hairy. Pimpin' at the bar, smokin' on a stogie. Since I came on from the pit, seem like Everybody know me. The trunk bang with the belts When I swang to the left. Pop my trunk and yep, yep, yep. Chrome spokes when I step down the ave' in The slab. Pull up to the watch, Get a Cadillac or bail. My chrome lookin' mirror, peanut butter interior. Poppin' trunks around, it can't sound no clearer. They like, "Damn, he here, that boy Thugga shut 'em down." Them blue boys shinin' all over H-town. Southwest, y'all, I know what it is. I gotta shout my niggas in Houston. Hey, Trae, what up? That ride old schools and They system is screwin'. Hey, Bun B. I'm from New York, so in My city we cruisin'. Eastside. Them 0-6 whips with the glittery jewels And-Maseratis. I don't go in the club 'til I get all the goons and-Not at all. The bouncers don't frisk, so we get all the Tools and-Keep them gats. And we cop the bottles, get the bitches to Groovin'. Shake it, mama. Now won't you tell the DJ it's a Dipset intrusion? Swang, gang. Swang and the to the left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, yep, Yep. Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to The left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Yep, Swang and the swang to the left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, yep, Yep. swang and the swang and the swang to The left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Yep. I'm the king, I'm the mayor of the City, got the game locked down. I roll 12 cars, one with my top down. I be swangin' in that candy, they don't understand Me. Got my slab complete, watch me pull up On Ms. Brandy. I'm swangin' in my slab with The peanut butter guts. If she hop inside my ride, then the bitch Know she gon' fuck. I ain't playin' with no Skeezer, the ho know I don't need her. I pull out my Visa to tease her, Not please her. They see the diamonds shinin', Hand on the wood wheel. Even though I sold a mil', streets got me Hood still. They see the diamonds shinin', Hand on the wood wheel. Even though I sold a mil', the streets got Me hood still. I still swang to the left, Eighty-four sittin' under the seat. And these haters watchin' my moves from the way I butterfly the coupe. And I'm black over alligator, So niggas know that I got it. Trunk lift up at the light, but my dropper Remainin' squatty. Still bangin' my screw, Doin' my thing. Should've slept in all week, but they swear I Been in the rain. My swangas poke out so Wide like I'm ridin' in double A's. Dicks and wide wheels lookin' like they never Stoppin', man. I'ma swang and the swang to the Left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Yep, Swang, swang and the swang and the swang To the left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, Yep, Swang, swang and the swang to the left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, yep. Swang, swang and the swang and the swang to The left. Pop, pop my trunk and yep, I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to The left. Pop my trunk for a Fat Pat Stealth. I would give my last breath if I Could bring you back. Bring Screw back, of fact, bring the whole crew Back. Only God can do that, so I'ma leave It alone. Movin' on, groovin' to this soothin' song. I'm cruisin' along, still got a Screw tape on. Still in the zone, wishin' Corey Blount was home. Well I'ma swang, I'ma swang, I'ma swang to the Right. I'm comin' down candy, them swangas is super Tight. When I pull up at the light at A quarter to midnight, you pull up right. Scared to death, gotta call in the light, flight. GK is back on the slab and turnin' the Wheel. Once again, the Bun and the Pimp, The return of the trio. You can love the haters or hate the lovers, It ain't a thing. To them Underground Kingz, It's still gon' swang. I put the H up in the air for That A-dub K. That fifth wheel, bow down and Pray, I'm Brandywine over gray. I'm swangin' with Trae, sprayed by my homeboy Eddie. That Third Coast custom paint job got me lookin' Ready. That Swisher House around my neck, Johnny Dang on my wrist. Trunk bang like ABN with Wood grain on my fist. Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof. Swangin', bangin' on that screw and throwin' boys That deuce. It's Power.