Trap Draxo, BGM Heartless, GetRichZay - Swang door lyrics

Turn up for that bag (Turn up)
It's too bad a nigga can't
Name one bitch that I ain't have 
(I swear to God)
Aight, come on,  Off White on my shoes
(Off White)
Uh, the bitch know I got swag (Swag)
Yeah, pockets full of blues (Blues)
The bitch know I got cash
(Bitch know I got cash)
Aight, come on, punch me in (Punch me in)
Aight, we gon' swang door
(We gon' swang door)
Uh, uh, we gon' swang door (Hop out)
We gon' swang door (Aight)
I be quick to whip out these niggas
I feel like Django (Pah, pah, pah)
Yeah, uh, I got my gun
It ain't no place I can't go
(Aight, come on) ayy, try to duck, we fuck
'round, hit his top, we touch that Kangol


(Bah, bah)
Hop in that splat, we in that Honda Jeep
They at that same lo' (yeah)
We gon' swang door (Let's go)
Uh, we gon' hit his 'fro (Aight)
We want all the smoke (Come on)
That's what we came for (I swear)
Yeah, share the same hoes
Uh, we the Bangbros (We the Bang)
Yeah, it's too bad that
We couldn't catch him
We had to bang his bro
Aight, come on, better not
Pull on Pilot Street
Swear that's a danger zone
(That's a danger zone)
Yeah, better not come down Cook Road
That's like touchin' a hot stove
(It's like touchin' a hot stove)
Ayy, this a 762 Draco
Watch how I let that chop roll
(Ayy, let my chop brrt)
Better not come outside that window
I'm hittin' this bitch 'til your top gone
Uh, bitch, no cap, ain't no
Steppers on y'all side, them niggas hoes
(Man, them niggas some bitches)
Ayy, better go ask that last
Nigga, made that song, he got exposed
(Aight, come on)
Can't believe he still alive
Thought that bitch was gone yeah, bitch
I'm throwin' up six and I be crackin' fours
(Crackin' fours, fuck them niggas)
Ayy, bitch, you know I got big racks
(Racks) , don't get backdoored (Nigga
Don't get backdoored)
Yeah, uh, you know my chop hot, but, bitch
My heart cold (Know my heart)

Aight, come on
Mm, yeah, don't get backdoored
Uh, we gon' swang door
Uh, we gon' swang door
Uh, we gon' swang door
Uh, we gon' hit his 'fro
Yeah, we want all the smoke
(Gang, gang, gang)
That's what we came for (Gang, gang) ayy

Ayy (Blatt) , we want all the smoke (On gang)
Ayy, neat deep in these streets
I keep my heater in my poker (Bah, bah)
Opps say they want smoke
I get to smilin' just like Joker (Gang)
Ayy, two hands on the chop
That bitch got kick and hit my shoulder
(Haha) ayy, two hands on that chop
I'm tryna hop out and go hit (Fft, fft, fft)
Uh, opp keep makin' diss song
Now he tweaked out 'bout his bitch (Bitch)
Don't be tweaked out 'bout that ho (On gang)
Ayy, mask it up, we tryna score (Goddamn)
Them boys know hundred stand
On business, gang
You know we blow that smoke (yeah)
Apply that pressure, that's on bro (Pah)
This powerful action not for sho' (No)
Makin' all them diss songs, but you
Not gon' drop that lo', don't care
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Everywhere I go, I'm clutchin' on my pole
Niggas done fucked up
They done let Draxo come through the door
(Ha) they be like, damn, you rap so good
Did you sell your soul?
Don't fuck with these lil' nats 'cause
They be droppin' them los (Them addies)
Ayy, when we pull up
You don't know what floor we in (No cap)
Five percent tinted with them Glizzies
Know it's time to bend
(Skrrt, skrrt, fft, skrrt)
See his twin brother
You know he gon' get smoked again (No cap)
Me and gang lit off these
Perkies in that fuckin' hemi (I'm there)
In that V swervin', in an opp hood lurkin'
Mask up, got him nervous
Got that fire on my hip
Walk around with it pokin'