Slim Chance - Swang on 4's lyrics

(Big Moe) 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 [Slimm Chance] Swang 4's with me, come roll with me As you po cold cups I'ma smoke the tree Make 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 plex, 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 [Hook - 2x] 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, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Shooting spiders off my rims cause I'm ridin' on 4's [Z-Ro] Oooooooh I'm on swanger, with wood grain All on my dash, when I pa** I'm looking oh so clean One in the chamber they must be Out of their minds if they're trying to take my b**h 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 [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Bubble lights they shining bright, boguard in the turning lane I'ma ride candy coat, then I'ma play with a remote working with wood grain Z-Ro gone 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 n***as that wanna take my sh** And n***as will get hit, I promise these fellas gone 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 Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking up And yella 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 b**h [Hook - 2x]