Killa Kyleon, Z-Ro - Swang Real Wide lyrics

It ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking out the side
Chunk my deuce up to the sky
As I continue to swang real wide
(swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)
You know it ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking while we smoking that
Coasting working wood wheel motion
As we swang real wide (swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)

Fleetwood Caddy on Vogues when I pull up
Kush, white cup
And you know what that's full of
Pop my trunk, let my jump my hood up
Beat up the block like anime bullets
Paint wet, out of Ike
Turning woodgrain wheel
Rolling, rolling naked lady sitting
On my grill


Butter seats on lean like I popped that seal
If a hater try me, then Ima pop that steel
Coming down, it's the H Town lingo
Slide through and all the kids holler "bingo"
Hand gripping that thing, see the ring glow?
Looking for an ese
Jewels on me like my last name Santana
Red paint, white seats, looking like Santa
OG in my sweet, drinking my Fanta
Getting head from a bop, like a bandana

It ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking out the side
Chunk my deuce up to the sky
As I continue to swang real wide
(swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)
You know it ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking while we smoking that
Coasting working wood wheel motion
As we swang real wide (swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)

Uh, Z-Ro the crooked, king of the ghetto
Gripping on the steering wheel
Baby I won't let go it's wood around it
And I'm sitting on leather
Roll them 84s and Vogues in any weather
Sleet, snow, or rain to me it ain't a thang
And my guard a Soundking got
It back with bang
When I'm in the turning lane
I'm checking the frame
Got a clique so muddy
Campaigning making it mane
Screwed with candy paint, or candy black
When they hit one of my cars
I dismantle that
Laidback but people that's how
This mac connect matter of fact I might
Catch a backhand attack
And act like I'm a pimp, and you my whore
It feels so good to close Lamborghini doors
When I roll far and I miss my drive
The route could be simple but
I don't miss my time
Like raindrops, the screens are falling
Flip 'em in the trunk
No telling what I'm hauling
Screwed Up Click, stand up no falling
I lean so hard, they think I'm alcoholic
My flow is sicker than cancer man
I be in magic titty messing with dancers man
I like my woman, but I love my wheel
Before you get in woman, wipe your heel

It ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking out the side
Chunk my deuce up to the sky
As I continue to swang real wide
(swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)
You know it ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking while we smoking that
Coasting working wood wheel motion
As we swang real wide (swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)

Yeah, big wheels looking like a wagon
Buttons on it looking like a suit
Maroon paint looking like an Aggie
Butter seats in my candy coupe
I got no top, decapitated
Got the ladies infatuated
They fascinated with the way I roll
But it keep them haters so aggravated
Yeah they agitated, so I gotta keep a shotgun
And you know I keep a bad bitch shotgun
AC keep me cool in the hot sun
Get money if you niggas ain't got none
Chrome everywhere looking like a Harley
Sipping my Big Moe, puffing Bob Marley
Ice so clear like a bottle of Bacardi
Haters on patrol so I keep that 40
On my waistline, by the Louis
Gotta love the money, hey biggest do it
Roll the credit's, my life's a movie
My pockets thick, it's just like a coochie
I'm on Giovannis, GMGs, 4s, and Vogues
The big LEDs
I'm on Houston drink and that LA weed
And I'm sitting up high like nosebleeds

It ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking out the side
Chunk my deuce up to the sky
As I continue to swang real wide
(swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)
You know it ain't nothing like them 84s
Poking while we smoking that
Coasting working wood wheel motion
As we swang real wide (swang real wide)
Swang real wide (real real wide)