(Big Moe)
Swangers, and droppers, Southside
We're gonna ball baby, living so lavishly
And you know that I'll, grab and break
Wreckshopping all night long baby
Swang on 4's with me

Verse 1
Swang on 4's with me, come roll with me
As the po-po cause I'ma flow 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 and frail, fresh out the shop
Some gone bop, the lighters gone light
That's why I keep glocks with infrared dots
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

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Swang on 4's with me, and I like it
Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's
Swang on 4's with me, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's

Verse 2: Z-Ro
Oooooooh I'm one swanger, with wood grain
All on my dash, when I pass I'm looking oh so clean
Oooooone in the chaaamber 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
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Verse 3: Z-Ro
Bubble lights they shining bright,
bull guard in tha turnin lane
I'ma rock 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
Little young 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 haunt day
Going the wrong way on the one way, screams falling
Like rain drops, they gonna try to take me one day
But I'm armed and dangerous, eliminated the plex
When it came to us unlike these muts
I ain't no bust, riding on 94's and the 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 ghetto hoes be paging us, and
steady broads be claiming us
But I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kid
From South coast to a million copies we swinging bitch

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