Trae Tha Truth - Swang lyrics

[Fat Pat] n***as better see a n***a roll Starched down and I'm rollin on 84's [Hook - repeat 4X] Swang, and swang, and swang to the left Pop-Pop my trunk and dip, dip, dip [Trae] I'mma swang, I'mma swing my slab lean to the left Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston Texas got to be fit, I'm a vet So it's automatic when I'm swinging my wide frame 4 4,s to 24's I'm subject to glide man Like a pimp without the whip I'm still so fly when I slide man Plus I'm lethal and fully loaded ain't no takin my ride man We gangsta and it ain't to much you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us cause these diamonds got boppas tryna jock us We the best at what we gon be and these haters know it So haters hate us to d**h and I know cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin And for them jackers thinkin fly just picture what I be holdin Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin' A few of them will have you leakin' til you're dead or you're swollen But still I ride like the law, floatin above everything I'm Screwed up Click until it's over n***a, fresh off the chain Peep the slang [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] I'mma swang, and a swang, and a swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's d**h I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back a matter of fact bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'mma leave it alone Moving on moving 'til this sew gets on I'm cruising along still got a screw tape on Still in the zone wishing Corey Blount was home Riding on chrome banging with my bud lights on Riding home I reach Southern Astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on His heart beat pumps through my flesh and bone flippin with Trae Rolling down MLK it's blue over gray I'm chunkin seven duce today his dove k Chiefin on some love lay and we on the boulevard acting ugly We gon [Hook] [Trae] They be heinous my type of nature, my understand to this bip Stacks in the back on the lack of this glimpse funna see me strip Cutting corners on the daily basis We fast like Kanye West samples when I be changin faces I'm low like tips of waiters when I lean to the left I roll the cd through the door for the fifth, poppers and pimps Or maybe in the Impala 67 Chevy be spinnin Invisible samples play everytime they catching me grin Off in they face ain't too much they can do to a G But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me cause I still chop in my game Just don't come off the side to my range I might be leaving the stage Within my slab I be n***as gon respect to be gangsta Teach certain dickeys plus the kids to lay wusup for you wa*kstas Everyday's still the same I be still loud when I bang And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got them digging my slang Huh [Hook] - 9X [Fat Pat] Love it man, love it man, love it man...