Swangin’

Lyrics
[Chorus] A nigga finna drop hits til a nigga drop dead Doing my dance, pullin' up my pants' legs My nigga's palms itch, yeah his family getting fed They asked him what he thinking And he said: Nigga I'm swanging Slowly switchin lanes, lil nigga (He bangin') Coming for your chain, lil nigga (They sangin') Really that's all we know The heart might grow But shit, it's the cards we fold (We swangin') What the fuck is fame, lil nigga? (He bangin') Coming for your chain, lil nigga (They sangin') Really that's all we know The heart might grow But shit, it's the cards we fold (We swangin') [Verse 1] We got the wheelies with the sweatpants To these young men they is suits They killed lil homiе How the hell we gonе recoop? You hang wit them Mama says, get from under my roof And this is that life when a nigga is in hot pursuit (We swangin') Wondering what this tune is gon' bloom Got this ice up on my neck So you know a nigga gon' croon He's nappy as hell So you can tell a nigga livid Infatuated with what you got, and how he's gone get it Every rapper got baggage Shocked you can catch static From a nigga comfortable mixing the hood with some magic That's my energy Even opps ain't the enemy 'Cause those niggas know the only foe is white supremacy Take shots gladly Let the 12 pass, we Fighting all these forces Thats the reason mama had me (We swangin') [Chorus] What the fuck is fame, lil nigga? (He bangin') Coming for your chain, lil nigga (They sangin') Really that's all we know The heart might grow But shit, it's the cards we fold (We swangin') [Verse 2] By popping off in all directions I'm tryna release aggression Stemming from this one question: How is my niggas gone thrive? Know you went through the pain So if you stood in the rain It's really ain't so insane To be the coldest alive Redisperse what I find Shit, I might just do it And bring it back to the tribe Keep all the homies alive Running's hazardous Maneuvering this labyrinth Bigger than niggas imagined it Rap could be my Lazarus pit Aim nigga, aim for the head 'Cause if his thoughts get out first Then you probably dead, I said Aim nigga, aim nigga, aim for the head But if you ain't got that in you Aim for heart instead Playing We the strongest, even though they is still shootin' at me Cop nappy, but his ass prolly gon' knock out me gladly Grandma passed down her hair and her fight I be there on my life And if I see that nigga Yeah, it's on sight [Chorus] A nigga finna drop hits til a nigga drop dead Doing my dance, pullin' up my pants' legs My nigga's palms itch, yeah his family getting fed They asked him what he thinking And he said: Nigga I'm swanging He bangin' They sangin' We swangin' He bangin' They sangin' We swangin'
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Credits
- Writers
- McKinley Dixon