Swang Shit ft. LF3 J Magic Lyrics

(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 fuck '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 fuck 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 fuck '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 fuck 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 fuck '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 fuck '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 fuck what you saying

(I don't give a fuck what you saying)

(Pussy boy get smoked we leave his ass all in the wind, yeah)