Swang Shit (feat. LF3 J Magic)

(You know we dangerous, we on the same shit) (Smoke that nigga leave his ass all on the pavement) (Yeah) (Aye) (You know I'm dangerous, pussy nigga smoked we leave his ass all on the pavement) (Nahhhhh) (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (Yeah, yeah) You know we dangerous, pussy boy get smoked we leave his ass all on the pavement Them niggas pocket watching every move and every payment Don't matter who you are or where you from, we on the same shit He said he really 'bout it, don't give a f*ck 'bout what you claim bitch Everywhere we go you know we sideshow swang shit Stack the money multiply by ten, all these blue strips leave a stain bitch I got the racks in my hand, I'm counting them bands, it making them dance And no we ain't playing Bust it leave one in his fitted, the clip it get empty I don't give a f*ck what you saying This shit could get bloody, we fiending for bodies Play with the gang it turn out ugly, yeah Hunnids I'm counting them in, them bags coming in Get 'em on time every time by the monthly, yeah Said that we came up from nothing, remember she passed up on me Now she wanna come bring a buddy I gotta grind ain't got time to be sleep, work through the night all the way till it's sunny Aw yeahhhh Glock on me won't freeze up, my cheese up, I need 'em, they know my diamonds gleaming Aw yeahhhh Gucci and Céline uh, Supreme uh, I need it I'm dripping go call FEMA Bro he got the pack he sell that shit there by the low My cousin slangin' nine he be quick to let it blow Magic got the Draco hunnid shots come through your door We fiending for some bodies and we gonna get some more You know we dangerous, pussy boy get smoked we leave his ass all on the pavement Them niggas pocket watching every move and every payment Don't matter who you are or where you from, we on the same shit He said he really 'bout it, don't give a f*ck 'bout what you claim bitch Everywhere we go you know we sideshow swang shit Stack the money multiply by ten, all these blue strips leave a stain bitch I got the racks in my hand, I'm counting them bands, it making them dance And no we ain't playing Bust it leave one in his fitted, the clip it get empty I don't give a f*ck what you saying TLC we gon' creep on ya 123 play with us we ball Been on court since a jit lil dawg Hopped off porch, playin' with sticks oh nah Twinski got a ratchet, he said I can have it Come on let me have it, nigga play he have it Bullets f*ck 'em up, we don't play we tuck 'em bruh I been on this shit but I just feel like I'm a thug I got all this ice, put it on my neck Nigga play with me, I got a fucking check We don't play 'bout boys, we don't play 'bout gang Come around this way, all my niggas bang You know we dangerous, pussy boy get smoked we leave his ass all on the pavement Them niggas pocket watching every move and every payment Don't matter who you are or where you from, we on the same shit He said he really 'bout it, don't give a f*ck 'bout what you claim bitch Everywhere we go you know we sideshow swang shit Stack the money multiply by ten, all these blue strips leave a stain bitch I got the racks in my hand, I'm counting them bands, it making them dance And no we ain't playing Bust it leave one in his fitted, the clip it get empty I don't give a f*ck what you saying (I don't give a f*ck what you saying) (Pussy boy get smoked we leave his ass all in the wind, yeah)