Z-Ro, Slim Chance, Big Moe - Swang on 4's lyrics

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

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

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

O-o-o-ooooh I'm on swanger, with wood grain
All on my dash
When I pass I'm looking oh so clean
One in the chamber they must be
Out of their minds if they're trying
To take my bitch 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

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 niggas that wanna take my shit
And niggas 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 bitch