Lyrics Swing It - Kwengface

Swing It

Brap
(Ayy, Tefo made this one)
Bling
(Scratch mixed it)
Yo, my Bruce, let’s show them, show them
You know that the gang gang’s loaded
'018, we were beatin' waps
And '017, it was non-stop pokin'
Man just roll up a GB, quick
Mad, unusual zoot man’s rollin'
Scared man, mummy don’t make no money
So man still ring trap through COVID
A thousand peds parked off in the whip
That’s me for the week and a half
I’m in the cunch, three days with my ting
And she’s screamin' mad 'cause we ain’t had a bath
Yo, Loski, I like them tatts
If we didn’t touch you, show us your scars
Tell the label «We don’t need your advance»
So I bashed down my door and I whipped the adaan (Mm-mm)
Nothin' but clear when I whip the adaan (Whip that)
Opps try step to the 'Narm
Man, I went back 'round just flexin' my arm (Link that)
Blow that chest from your arm (Woo)
I meant blow that arm from your chest (Baow)
You can step and wear that vest all you want
But you still ain’t savin' your neck (Nope)
Took me a loss now I’m scrapin' a 'rex
Both hands on when I clutch and wave it
Bro just smashed up an opp on the wing
Now he’s pissed off, doin' up basic (Mad)
I like a ting all bad and boujie
Big bunda, nah, this ting ain’t basic (Come 'ere)
I just saw me an opp, didn’t waste no time
Back my rambo straight out that casing (Woo)
Couldn’t deal with the minimum wages
Now I’m at the worktop usin' abrasive
Shit, how do I say this?
The opps aren’t wetting, they’re all disgracin' (Lowe it)
Hold up, man, I meant disgraceful (Mmm)
I done went round there on a mad ting
Now the opp boys are feelin' distasteful (Ayy, ayy)
Painful, painful, tryna do a man hashtag painful
Pyrex bubble up, watch man run it up (Whip that)
Watch how the stack just double
If you talk 'bout works, we could talk 'bout works
Just know there’s an instant rebuttal
Why’s man puttin' his doots up?
I did not come round here for a tussle (No)
With this rambo knife, I might cut you
Now your family needs sweeps and shovels
Lean, swing it, swing it
Back my shank and ying it (Ying that)
Uptown sauce, I’m spillin'
Or it’s that pagan juice I’m spillin' (Woo)
Man trap and bang that trap
I swear I just off me a four and a midget (Woo, woo)
This ting wanna be my missus
Five foot one and her back is the biggest
Lean, swing it, swing it
Back my shank and ying it (Ying that)
Uptown sauce, I’m spillin'
Or it’s that pagan juice I’m spillin' (Spill it)
Man trap and bang that trap
I swear I just off me a four and a midget (Brr)
This ting wanna be my missus
Five foot one and her back is the biggest
Yo, din, whip that German (Whip dat)
Big hand ting goes glap bap
If I slap that then your wig’s dispersin' (Brap)
Fly OT where it’s Riz I’m servin' (Skrrt)
Firstly get the phone line twerkin'
Perfect, all my guys been workin'
Karma came home, he was nuttin' but workin'
BR came home and he copped him a German (Skrrt, skrrt)
I made so much racks in this hatchback (Juggin')
Ain’t seen the opps since shh got-got
Since GB done got backstrapped
Just lean out the ride, double tap that
Or a man lean on your boo, scream black gang
Road to your block, man take some shots
Do it like I’m Danny or Pacman (Mm-hmm)
I’m not a Twitter boy, don’t at man
Big, big hand ting, go slap that (Slap that)
If my bro’s got beef, man back that
Man roll up quick and khalas that
I got peng tings ringin' off my iPhone
And I got kitkats ringin' off my cellular
Had to G-check Rob for his job real quick
'Cause he come back way too regular (Ayy)
All I know is gang gang, ring trap
I don’t really know square hats or seminars (True)
Chokehold man for his stock in school
Got me doin' up wrestler (Ayy, ayy)
Mum try do me, I fucked off uni
I turned to a well-known pebbler (Ayy)
Please don’t at me, I blast this masheen (Brap, brap)
Send man right to the nebula
Lean, swing it, swing it
Back my shank and ying it (Ayy, ayy)
Uptown sauce, I’m spillin'
Or it’s that pagan juice I’m spillin' (Spill that)
Man trap and bang that trap
I swear I just off me a four and a midget
This ting wanna be my missus
Five foot one and her back is the biggest (Come 'ere)
Lean, swing it, swing it
Back my shank and ying it (Ying that)
Uptown sauce, I’m spillin'
Or it’s that pagan juice I’m spillin' (Spillin')
Man trap and bang that trap
I swear I just off me a four and a midget (Uh-uuh)
This ting wanna be my missus
Five foot one and her back is the biggest (Woo)