Swang On 4's

(Big Moe)

Swingers, 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

Swing on 4's with me

[Verse 1]

Swing 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

[Hook - 2x]

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

[Z-Ro]

Oooooooh I'm one swinger, 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

That's why I'm strapped at all times, I think you better let go

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]

Bubble lights they shining bright, bull-guard in the turning 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

[Hook - 2x]