Lyrics:

[Sample from: DJ DMD's "25 Lighters"]
[Fat Pat:]
Niggas better see a nigga roll
Starched down Im rollin on 84s.

[Chorus:]
Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep.


[Trae]
Im a Swang, Im a Swang the slab, lean to the left
Pop my trunk show what Im about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt
Im a vet, so its automatic when I be swingin my wide frame
.44s to 24s Im subject to glide mayne
Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when I slide mayne
Plus Im lethal fully loaded, aint no takin my ride mayne
We gangsta it aint too much you can do to stop us
Dont try to knock us cause these bounters got boppers tryin to jock us
We the best at what we gon be these haters know it
So haters hate us to death I know cause these haters show it
I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin
And for them jackers thinkin fly, just picture what I be holdin
Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast theyll be foldin
A few of them will have you leakin til your dead or your swollen
But still I ride like the law, floatin above everything
Im Screwed Up Click until its over, nigga fresh off the chain, peep the slang.

[Chorus:]
Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep.

[H.A.W.K.]
Im a Swang a Swang I Swang to the left
Pop my trunk for Fat Pats death
I would give my last breath if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back
Only God can do that so Im a leave it alone
Movin on, groovin to this soothin song
Im cruisin along, still got a Screw tape on
Still in the zone, wishin Corey Blunt was home
Ridin on chrome, bangin with my bub lights on
Ridin home Southeast of the Astrodome
Im Fat Pats clone, his legacy carries on
His heart beat pumps through my flesh bones
Flippin with Trae, mobbin down MLK
Hes blue over gray, Im tippin sellin duece today
Its dub K, chiefin on some lovely
And we on the Boulevard actin ugly, we gon...

[Chorus:]
Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang-Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep.

[Trae:]
A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothin stacks
In the back of a Lac on this glass, your finna see me struttin
Cuttin corners on the daily basis
Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin faces
Im on the tip like a waiter when I be leanin to the left
Im roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers belts
Or maybe in an Impala 67 Chevy be spinnin
Invisible set display everytime they catchin me grinnin
Off in they face, it aint too much that they can do to a G
But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be
And it dont bother me cause I still be top of my game
Just dont come off inside of my range I might be leavin a stain
Whether my slab or beam
Niggas gon respect that we gangsta
T-shirt Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wankstas
Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang
And thanks to Screw P A T we got em diggin our slang, ha.

[Chorus:]
Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk yep yep yep
Swang, Swang I Swang I Swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep.

[Fat Pat:]
Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man.