Swang Lyrics

Trunk fulla Phonk I ain't neva been a punk

Screw tape in the deck make the whole block jump, uh

Trunk fulla Phonk I ain't neva been a punk

Screw tape in the deck make the whole block jump, uh

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yes sir 

Pimp type, neva gon sweat ha 

Game cold, Jerome no sweater 

Hey hoe, Kye in the house 

Down south nigga with the gold in my mouth 

I'm draped up, dripped out, you know what I'm bout 

I'm all in my bag, chasing the cash, running from fears, they all on my ass 

I'm Grinding, I'm grinding, my foot on they ass Columbine, Columbine, killing my class 

Reaching my dreams, Pray I don't crash 

I dont wanna die too young, better pack that gun 

Niggas steal your fun when they blast that gun 

My nigga, caught a real bad one

So in his name, we swang the ave, break a ho' 

Stack the bag 

I'm grippin the grain

I'm hogging the lane 

Young Pablo, spittin that Kane 

I'm mackin yo bitch, she all on my dick

She wanting my time, like Patek on wrist 

I'm killin you rappas, blaow, I'm getting you hit 

I empty a clip, you niggas is soft, sweet, I'm getting you licked 

I run it, I run it, I run it, I run it 

I'm runnin this shit 

I kick dope shit, like I'm Escobar

I'm going hard, I'm on to y'all 

Y'all fake the as fuck, I want the bag let's run it up 

I'm Godly bruh, don't test your luck 

I'll fuck you up 

I'm super trill, I work the wheel, the world is mines, I force my will, then work the wheel