Lyrics

I be smoking that gas You can smell it on me Touch 10 bands before I was 18 I was working that job But I got from the street Yeah I ain't no pimp But I walk with a lean Ima hop in the function Couple bands on me Serve yo baby moms but she Keep it low key Can't walk out the crib Without these bands on me These plugs love me I be serving up the ps I been trappin in my city Touching big Guap How your mans talking tough He make Tik Toks Ever since you left Bitch I been hot Yeah my Pockets on swole Talking big knots Yeah I'm stepping on they neck You know how I'm coming Yeah I'm out here chasing checks The way I'm running Yeah I only want the bag if it all hunnids I'm up on they asses and I love it I'm a cocky mother fucka What the benjis do I'm finna sip me some drank Pop a molly too If you ain't getting money I can't fuck with you If you ain't getting no money I cant fuck with you Yeah I'm stepping on they neck you know how I'm coming Yeah I'm out here chasin check the way I'm runnin Yeah I only want the bags if it's all hunnids Yeah I'm up on they asses and I love it Ima run it I'ma run it up I was down on my ass You ain't show me love Yeah I'm Smoking out the p Y'all smoking dub You'll never see them bandz I done touched Got bands on me Sum like teddy got grams on me Bitch in da back got hands on me Imma hot boy got fans on me Whippin dat pot got pans on me Self made nigga no brands on me Like thanksgiving got yams on me shit She got yams on me Got bands on me Sum like teddy got grams on me Bitch in da back got hands on me Imma hot boy got fans on me Whippin that pot got pans on me Self made nigga no brands on me Like thanksgiving got yams on me shit She got yams on me Self made nigga wit a whole lotta money Lookin like him even when I look bummy Hit it from da back then I dip like hunny No time for a cuddle gotta bounce like bunny Stacking up dough not talking bout cookie Big dog shit lil nigga you a rookie Vinny in da back bouta fuck on snooki Then he pass to da team hadda hit a no lookie Touch ten bands then it turned into 20 Talkin bout cheese well shit we got plenty And I'm from the block yeah I'm sum like Jenny In da back getting brain neutron like jimmy Sippin on drank I'm gone off the henny Counting these hunnids and I'm proud like penny All you can eat pancakes at Denny's Then we off to the jet like smith like Kenny Got bands on me Sum like teddy got grams on me Bitch in da back got hands on me Imma hot boy got fans on me Whippin dat pot got pans on me Self made nigga no brands on me Like thanksgiving got yams on me shit, She got yams on me Got bands on me Sum like teddy got grams on me Bitch in da back got hands on me Imma hot boy got fans on me Whippin dat pot got pans on me Self made nigga no brands on me Like thanksgiving got yams on me shit, She got yams on me
Writer(s): Tarrence Albritton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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