We Gone Swang Lyrics

We Gone Swang lyrics

f/ Jay'Ton, Lil' B



[Hook - 2x]

We gone swang, lane to lane

Still gripping the wood grain, collecting my change

We gone swang, lane to lane

In the wide frame, on Fondren and Main



[Dougie D]

Fucking with G, the skating Escalade

Flossing all through the city, swanging from lane to lane

Gripping wooden grain, that's the way we do it mayn

On a constant grind working jelly, collecting change

In a wide frame, big body overloading the road

Hogging the street, just like they always be out of control

Roll with us, or you bitches get rolled over

Ain't no chip on my shoulder, I just got money to fold up

It's the Dougie Deezie, off of the heezy please believe me

Gotta be keeping it greasy, for me to see the cheesy

Doing it like it go, and there's one thing I know fa sho

We gon shine and gon hold, because the 3rd Coast is our home



[Trae]

See I'm a grain gripping, 83 swanger

Chromy glass, nigga you in danger

Got a sawed off, that'll repaint you

In a wide body, like the Lone Ranger

I'ma stop and drop, when I wanna roll

I got a big four do', with a big fo'-fo'

Sitting solo, Doug-O wrecked

Now Trae done backdo'

Ghetto superstar, menage tois

Candy paint, done wet up the car

Lane to lane, my drop'll get raw

Running red lights, and don't bar the law

Gotta get paid, stacking my change

Gripping the grain, gliding mayn

Turn out the back, and I'ma gon swang

Untamed, fin to do my thang

Now Trae done wrecked it, world respected

Out the Southside, of Houston Texas

Living wreckless, don't neglect it

Moving on, and ain't baring plexas

Bubble eyed, fin to lead the way

Diamonds shining, like a heat wave

Back it up, 'fore I blind your face

Slow Loud And Bangin', fin to lead the race



[Hook - 2x]



[Jay'Ton]

I swing blocks, when I'm in the drop

Where the throwed bops, and the haters jock

It's Jay'Ton on 84's, Volvos fin to glide the road

I'm 16 all in your face, braided up and I'm out of sight

With a bad dyke on a motor bike, screened up lighting up the night

I'm blue red coming out the I, turning heads on the boulevard

My AK'll make a nigga know, when I cock it back I'm fin to hit you hard

Southside fin to go get it, all about stacking a mill ticket

I'm still playa don't get it twisted, sideways with the trunk lifted



[Lil' B]

The window tinter, wood grain gripper

Wet candy paint, and a chrome pistol

Eyes on me, like a thoed stripper

Showing naked, better take a picture

On the boulevard we don't guard

84's and vogues, down to South Park

Cause I'm Lil' B, and I don't barge

Slow Loud And Bangin', we'll pull your car

That's on the Lord, we'll leave a stain

Hogging lanes, in a wide frame

With my nigga too, all against the grain

On the Dirty South, is where we gon swang

Riding two deep, or solo

Platinum FUBU, or  Polo

With a bad hoe, rocking J-Lo

Skating up the block, I'm crawling slow



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

Solid, as a rock

Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block

Hell naw it just don't stop, matter fact it never slow down

When I'm in the kitchen whipping, my prices tend to go down

Then I dog my Intrepid, mash on the gas on down to the flo'

Till I hit my block and set up shop, anything you need come to the Ro

Might got prices on my head but I'm not scared, I'm gon shine

Relaxing in Rolls Royces, attempting to pass time

I be smoking on that stink, had to retire from that ink

Cause you just can't think, when your mind goes blank

Full tank of unleaded, then I'm head to Probilla

Fucking with that Big Mello, because my click require killas

You ain't gotta holla at me, when you see me outside

Cause when I go to my ride, I got your woman inside

She got her mouth open wide, ready for me to drop it in

My shine is unstoppable, but you wanna stop it here we go again



[Hook - 4x]