Swing My Arms - T-Wayne

Hit dem folks

Hit that dab

Stop and roll

Now watch me jugg

Hit dem folks

Hit that dab

Stop and roll

Now watch me swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Guess who back in the building?

You know Rickey Wanye ‘bout to kill it

Got your girl all in her feelings

Got money all in the ceiling

Got your girl like oh my

Oh me, I’m on fire

Crank up the gas four times

Like an eclipse, they ain’t got no shine

Hey, finessing

I ain’t even interested

Got me flexing like I’m flexing

They should put me in election

Like some good Wi-Fi

They say that I’m well connected

I don’t even want your girl

But she on my line texting

Now watch me, jugg (jugg)

Hit dem folks

Hit that dab

Stop and roll

Now watch me jugg

Hit dem folks

Hit that dab

Stop and roll

Now watch me swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Swing my arms around

Dip and I dab

Dip and I dab

The way I hit dem folks

They think that I’m mad

They think that I’m mad

Hopped out the Porsche like it’s a cab

Like it’s a cab

I’m swervin' on ‘em but I bet I won’t crash

I bet I won’t crash

Straight up, straight up

You know they hate us

With the lines that they made up

Straight up from the bottom

You know it made us

Now we playing with paper

I don’t play no games but I’m still player

It’s Rickey for mayor

Ballin' on em like I’m practicing lay-ups

Cool as Himalayas

Now watch me, jugg, jugg, hit dem folks

Hit that dab, stop and roll

Now watch me, jugg, hit dem folks

Hit that dab, stop and roll

Now watch me swing my arms around, swing my arms around

Swing my arms around, swing my arms around

Swing my arms around, swing my arms around

Swing my arms around, swing my arms around