Swangin'

Climb on in, let's ride

I'll show you what it really look like

High up in the sky, like overpasses

Pullin' in the intersection

Give a whole new meaning to the words "moon roof"

Outer space, baby I don't think you were ever this high in a vehicle, ever

I'mma show you how to twerk the wheel

I'mma show you how to twerk the wheel

I'mma show you, I'mma show you how how to twerk the wheel

I'mma show you, I'mma show you how how to twerk the wheel

Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome grill

Swang, cock the wheel, hope my drink don't spill, damn

I'mma show you how to twerk the wheel

Two fingers, bending corners, the block stand still

Cops on my heels but I'm beating down still

Chrome on my lap for these jackers out to kill

Feet size Shaquille, it's magic how the paint pop the grill

Pop the clutch and squeal, blades chop like Kill Bill

Grab my shells and roll up, triple stack my cups up

Jolly Ranchers and Xanax, my special potion cola

My seats feel like sofas, cup in my hand, no coasters

This drink don't spill, I'm focused

I sip up and I smoke up

All in one motion, doing 60 I'm floatin'

Elbow out the window, I'm gloatin'

Ridin' in slow motion, my new car look like my old one

Boy, boy, boy I see you... (I know)

Boy, boy, boy I see you... (I know)

Boy, boy, boy I see you swangin'

Cherry red paint make the frame glow

Them gold flakes make it rainbow

When the sun hit it it shine from every angle

Furry red dice dangle from the rearview, a pimp's cathedral

Diamond in the back, the hard top is my halo

Let my sweet angel ride shotgun and chill

My music jam, I'm banging Screw

Shout-out to my Houston crew

Uncle Bun and Scarface the reason why my car laced

With a detachable alpine face, fifteens and loud bass

Had to listen to Screw, right?

First time I poured lean I had to use up two Sprites

I swear I drove like all night

Under that Houston star, lazy – rest in peace to Pimp

And Big Moe, the Barre Baby, the Barre Baby, the Barre Baby

Glass 84s gleaming under my ride

A summertime vibe, it's 1995

Back when DJ Screw had the city slowed down

Three in the morning, drank was pouring out

Back to take you back to where you couldn't ride slab

'Cause the elbow killer comin', tippin' up the ave

And catch a nigga slippin', then beat you for your shit

And put a bullet in your head, leavin' your people sick

That's why I be trippin' when I see 'em ridin' Vogues

I whisper to myself "boy, these niggas don't know"

Flaked out boat paint, they Hollywood hoppin'

With French antennas, the pop, doors poppin'

The eighteens speaking so it's no back seat

Got them big head rests, and one fat freak

That'll suck a nigga dick off, a Southside thing

You can zig, zag and lace, but you ain't Southside, man

You see my swangin'... swangin'...