[Lyric] S.W.A.C. (Twisted Black)

[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'? But right now
I'm fuckin with that 145, heavyweight champion
Twisted Black, black money
That's how we gettin' it in Funkytown
Real trap shit, man, real trap shit
1-4-5, Twisted Black, Fort Worth can't lose
We got the city behind us
Uh

[Verse 1]
Throw your sets high, cock your pistols back
If you's a hustler, then show love for Twisted Black
And get your work on, and get your weight up
Texas boys deep in the house and they can't fade us
(Texas) You know how niggas be flippin' candy
(Texas) Crips and Bloods, we runnin' family
(Texas) Styrofoam cups can get ya two years
(Texas) Trappin', my nigga, that's all we do here
Thirty G's set around my tick and tock
Fuck a watch 'cause I'm a kid, gimme bricks and blocks
Lando, good with Legos, foreign bricks like Play-Doh
And nobody knows they refurbished 'less I say so
For land of the San Diego, straight through Bush a-hole
Sorry, Tony, but the streets nicknamed me "Yayo"
Niggas know the business with me, ask a few cats
How I brandished a few gats and I gave her few flats, I'm Twisted Black
[Chorus]
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that

[Verse 2]
I was benched for three years up in TVT
Watchin' rappers imitate a "G" on BET
But y'all gon' see, wait 'til you get a load of me
You gon' look at him and be like, "Hey, he ain't so street"
That boy, Black, done came back from the grave itself
Twelve gauged up to my face and had to save myself
I was born to bust raps and get money in stacks
But I'm a pavement nigga, most of my money black
I did my time, came back and hit my grind
Now the shade tree niggas mad, they can't block my shine
Don't make me cock my nine, nigga, I'm for real
I got a dream team lawyers, specialize in appeals
I been gone for three years and now I'm back on cake
Workin' late on interstates and made your boy gain weight
Quarter to eight forest green under Texas plates
And I ain't signed my deal yet, but hey, my hustle is great, I'm Twisted Black
[Chorus]
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that

[Verse 3]
It's the, S.W.A.C. on mine, Texas got grinders
Twenty-twos under foreign cars, young shiners
Air Force new white, spit the game shoe tight
Leave your wig back like you smoke crack with two pipes
And you right, if you say that boy should spit with two mics
Influence you nigga to make a rotten cat do right
And you might, find me bendin' corners with these two dykes
Slidin' up in the club like a fresh pair of new dice
One for the heaver, roll like Cole Seavers
I left the mix at home, Twisted Black sportin' Reever
Fitted cap with no socks, rose gold with mo' rocks
Twenty at the club bein' burnt, I got mo' blocks at home
Cocaine demonstration, nigga, try one
Pussy got them big dummies, honey, go on and buy one
I won, even though I crossed the finish line late
Niggas got they hustle and flow, but sucker, mine's great
[Chorus]
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that
I'm Twisted Black, the hottest nigga out of the S.W.A.C
If it's ever been a hustler, I gotta be that