Down South kinfolk, we love to swang wide
You know how we do, we some Texas boys
Candy doors, glassy 4's
Down South G's on 4's and 3's
You know
[Chorus]
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Jazzy hoes, fancy clothes, all we need, all we know
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Glassy 4's, candy doors, all we need, all we know
[Verse]
Down South, we all swang wide
Candy blue as I glide down that I-45
Acrobatic as I coast, that drank got me slow
Northstar in the door for the 2 triple 0
Iceberg on my chest, I'm droppin my screens
I'm a [?] off the Wes Montgomery
Puttin down with Archie Lee, cause [?]
Dirty money in my laundry that be keepin us fed
Grippin' grain is a must, no mo' robituss'
I'm still ridin sideways, 'methazine [?]
Put them swangas on the bus so I can 84 swang
Candy paint leavin' stains
Fuck them up in the turning lane
[Chorus]
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Jazzy hoes, fancy clothes, all we need, all we know
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Glassy 4's, candy doors, all we need, all we know
[Verse]
I got that drank up in my cup, man hold up
Me and Archie Lee got inches on the truck
Maybe big gators I'mma floss [?]
5 or 6 screens in my candy slab
Down South, swang wide, fifth wheel grille
Me and Big Tuck poppin' handlebar pill
All about my fetti, I'm finna work my jelly
And when I flip the script, yellow bones gon' feel it
Diamonds glare, boppers gon' stare
And if you come with us, then [?]
We gon' bone, I might be stoned
Should I ride candy red or the two-tone?
Ridin' with the phone, talking 'bout my car
I done poured a 4 with the fucking all-star
That's the damn barre, bitch, you better listen
I still got the fish acquarium in the Expedition
And I'm swangin wide
[Chorus]
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Jazzy hoes, fancy clothes, all we need, all we know
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Glassy 4's, candy doors, all we need, all we know
[Verse: Archie Lee]
Fancy clothes, jazzy hoes
All a nigga need, all a nigga know
Plenty weed to blow, ride sittin' low
Pull up at the show where there ain't no below
Pirelli low pro', starchy Polo
Woodgrain remote for my candy Tahoe
Candy door, glassy 4
What about the Lincoln with the suicide doors?
Screens is gon' fall, we is gon' ball
And them boppin' hoes, still is gon' call
Some niggas knock it, laws can't stop it
Took me to jail I had the bail in my pocket
Some hoes boppin'. You got a trunk? Pop it
[?]
Archie Lee, I'm lookin good when I ride
Boys in H-Town love to swang wide
[Chorus]
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Jazzy hoes, fancy clothes, all we need, all we know
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Glassy 4's, candy doors, all we need, all we know
[Verse: Blyndcyde]
Down South with low pro, keepin' starch in our clothes
Flippin out candy doors with 4 screens on glow
Roller blade Escalade, big body valet
Haters better run for shade when Swishahouse invade
Hell yeah I got it made and I let it be known
Mobile home ridin' chrome in my Northside throne
Wreckin' mics, bringin' pain when I grip woodgrain
When I swang lane to lane I keep [?]
I'm makin' haters sick and giving boppers a fit
Neon lights gon' stay lit cause my trunk stay split
On the train, in a jet, candy red Corvette
Screens fall from the roof so I can log on the net
I got a, [?] and a boat to sail
Sippin barre by the pail, still tippin' the scale
It's Blyndcyde and I glide buckhide
[?]
[Chorus]
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Jazzy hoes, fancy clothes, all we need, all we know
Down South, we swang wide
We grip grain, we ride buckhide
Glassy 4's, candy doors, all we need, all we know
Swishahouse
Archie Lee Da Mista Masta
Sittin' low [?]
Swishahouse [?]
All you haters can close your mouth
