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Swang
Hip-Hop/Rap
Swang was released on February 8, 2026 by Nathan Johnson as a part of the album Swang - Single
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Release DateFebruary 8, 2026
LabelNathan Johnson
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Johnson
Nathan Johnson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Johnson
Nathan Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy
Nat King, uh
H-Town, look, look
When we ride, we pull up on Vogues
Candy paint still glisten when we ride on fours (When we ride)
Tell them hoes, "Don't slam my door"
Ain't no messin' up my seats when she beggin' for more
Ayo, you know I'm finna swang, left a stain on meander lane
Hear a lame talkin' shit, make him vanish, David Blaine
You know I'm runnin' tracks like I'm operatin' trains
Never been a dollar short 'cause a **** never changed
Hit the dealer, told him, "Look, show me any range"
Bought the Camry off the books 'cause we on the same page
Whip that baby off the lot, wet paint drippin' every time I stop
Hoes thinkin' that it rain
I get to cruisin' ten miles per hour
Sittin' low to the earth like it's givin' me power
Steady blowin' on that turf, I'm a sucker for flowers
And I'm sippin' on that purp, drink tall as a tower, ****
Straight out that Texas heat, you **** come for me
Them Friday night lights leave you red as our beams, now check it
An outlaw in these streets, fuck you mean?
North East, H-Town, you created a beast, uh
When we ride, we pull up on Vogues
Candy paint still glisten when we ride on fours (When we ride)
Tell them hoes, "Don't slam my door"
Ain't no messin' up my seats when she beggin' for more
When we ride, we pull up on Vogues
Candy paint still glisten when we ride on fours (When we ride)
Tell them hoes, "Don't slam my door"
Ain't no messin' up my seats when she beggin' for more
I pull up, doors wide open
She tellin' me the bass too loud, it sound broken
No box Chevy, but this bucket got motion
Cruisin' in a fishbowl, swimmin' like an ocean
Wood grain shinin', my teeth stay blindin'
Speedin' down the 281, they won't find him
Who you know gon' try and outshine him?
Parking lot look like a morgue, I outliner
Texas boy, don't tangle or twist it
When it come to these bars, I am that ****
Hear the engine come to life when I'm pushin' the pistons
Gear switchin', always drive like I'm out on a mission
New old school, thankin' God for the day
They say pimpin' ain't easy, but I gotta get paid
They say pussy come easy, well, I'm tryna get laid
In the city with the Alamo across from the H, I tell 'em
When we ride, we pull up on Vogues
Candy paint still glisten when we ride on fours (When we ride)
Tell them hoes, "Don't slam my door"
Ain't no messin' up my seats when she beggin' for more
When we ride, we pull up on Vogues
Candy paint still glisten when we ride on fours (When we ride)
Tell them hoes, "Don't slam my door"
Ain't no messin' up my seats when she beggin' for more
When we ride, we pull up on Vogues
Candy paint still glisten when we ride on fours (When we ride)
Tell them hoes, "Don't slam my door"
Ain't no messin' up my seats when she beggin' for more
Yeah, Nat King
Shout out H-Town, Houston, Dallas, Fort Worth
Even y'all **** in Austin
Shout out Paul Wall, Texas legend
Yeah, swang on, player
Written by: Nathan Johnson
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