Rolling down the street on them swangers jamming on that Screw
Rolling down the street on them swangers jamming on that Screw
Rolling down on swangers and I'm feeling so tight
[?] bubbles and I'm shining so bright
Looking at the boppers watching me crawl through the light
And I know what they're saying I'm looking so fly-eeeee-iiii-eeeeeee
Rolling down the street on them swangers jamming on that Screw
(I'm rolling down on some swangers looking good)
Rolling down the street on them swangers jamming on that Screw
(On that Screw)

On the screw
When I come through
Breakin' boys off
It's you-know-who
Mister Fat Pat
To squash all the chat
[?] flows wood grain me I'm in the back
I cut them no slack
When I get the lot
Grab my remote give it all that it got
I'm shining looking good
Represent my hood
And when I open up my trunk my homies understood
I'm gripping on my wood
I'm swanging on my vogues
Screw tape in my deck tap-tap on them hoes
As I crawl down slow
High siding on a bitch
Paint dripping wet run a light hit the switch
Body rock that dish cuz it's all in your face
[?] to my nigga who a'int here to see the day
[?] parlay cuz it's still going down
It a'int been the same since they put him in the ground

Rolling down the street on them swangers jamming on that Screw
(I'm rolling down on some swangers looking good)
Rolling down the street on them swangers jamming on that Screw
(On that Screw)

There I go swinging flossing through the hood candy red popped up looking good like I could I knew I would,
Blow up in this rap game,
Make paper have fame,
Make 'em all screen my name love these thangs spit my game,
A'int no shame [?]
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