Purple Swag REMIX

Original

What it do, baby?

It's Paul Wall.

Come on.

Purple paint, that's Gucci wrap. Driving slow, black on black.

Backwood lit, windows cracked.

Diamond my lap with her hair pulled back and a handful of diamonds all on my wrist. Mouth full of ice, pardon my lisp.

World full of haters, very few rich, so I open my mind and stack up my chips.

Lollipop grind, whole lot of licks. From paper planes to a house made of bricks.

Big old Coke cup with codeine mixed, so I'm so throwed and I'm still getting lit and everything's purple, baby.

I said everything is purple.

Swag.

Everything is purple.

-Swag, swag, swag. -I said everything is purple.

-Swag. -Everything is purple.

Swag, swag, swag. Trill OG and I rep the South, man, I rep the streets and I rep the hood and

I'm grippin' grain, drippin' stains, and I'm flippin' mane so it's to the good.

I'm holding wood with diamonds on it.

Hittin' the block and I'm grinding on it with a big old chain and a big old piece, 'cause when I'm in these streets I be shinin' homie.

Haters better get their ass behind me, homie, 'cause I'm in the front and I'm taking charge.

And when I'm done I have 'em on the run and they be hard to find like Bazel DeBarge. And my swag is large, extra large.

I can barely fit it up in this room, but don't sweat the size and don't be surprised when your bitch demise that I'm the shit that swoon. I lit the blunt and I pass the dro. Spit my game and

I smash your ho. But nah, I ain't trick, it's no passion though.

Then I hop up in the slab and I mash it, bro. I got a passion for this Southern flow.

It's that purple light that we thuggin', bro.

These haters might not really understand it, but that's all good 'cause we love it though.

It's P-A-T, that's where I'm from, that's what I rep and that's how it go. I roll with rocks, so get up off the jock. From

New York to PH, that purple flow is that swag.

-I said everything is purple. -Swag.

-Everything is purple. -Swag, swag, swag.

-I said everything is purple. -Swag.

Everything is purple.

Swag, swag, -swag. -Purple swag, purple swag. I'm in the zone,

I'm getting throwed. That purple swag, purple swag.

That purple smoke up in my clothes. That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone I wanna bone.

I'm getting dome, I took her out. Dick in her mouth, she getting known.

I'm flexing still, flexing still. I'm sitting high, I'm tipped slow. I'm Texas Trill, Texas Trill.

-But N-N-Wall, we spit it slow. -I got these boppers going crazy.

They see me coming, Robitussin with the skrussy. A$AP, tell these niggas something.

-I said everything is purple. -Swag.

-Everything is purple.

-Swag, -swag, swag. -I said everything is purple.

-Swag. -Everything is purple.

-Swag. -Check one, two, what it do?

Swag, -swag. -Run it.

Flow spinning like the shit under my wave cap. Chest rocking like a nigga named A$AP.

Fast money, man, I get my ace out. Always stacking and I'm paid, that's ASAP. Wood gripping, candy dripping.

Pouring my 20, I'm candy sipping. Fill my prescription, I'm leaning, ho.

Nightmare cup, I'm dreaming, ho.

Trill nigga like Chad and Bun B. Crocodile seats inside from Dundee.

Slow that down, screw watch a run C. I'm getting rap money, but I used to run D.

MC Red running, Frank Castle shit, any beat get punished.

Y'all got problems, I get money, so my neck, fists, wrist always look sunny.

I stay fresh, y'all niggas look bummy. Cold with the flow so I ball like tummy. Martin, I keep a yellow bone like

Gina. Thick like Serena, my pocket's on Venus, nigga.

-Swag. -Everything is purple.

-Swag. -Everything is purple.

-Swag, swag, swag. -I said everything is purple.

-Swag. -Everything is purple.