Z ro - Swang on 4 s Lyrics Z ro - Swang on 4 s Lyrics Z ro - Swang on 4 s Lyrics

feat. Big Moe

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

Chorus 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

[Verse 2: 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
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[Verse 3: Z Ro]
Bubble lights they shining bright, pull guard then I turn to
name
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

Chorus 2x

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