Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Imma do my thang imma let my balls hang
Pull up to the Getty and they lookin at my rings
This no biggie man I live no shame
Two iPhones cuz I got hella game
One for the plug and one for the love
Pull up the scene and I'm getting hella hugs
When I see a shorty imma go get the dub
She go back it up imma open up the trunk
I ain't really mean to do this whole rap thing
But ever since I started all the homies bumping
So I'm really on my grind Tryna bring all the slime
One step two step get better rhymes
Three step four step really on my grind
5 step 6 step run the marathon
Up next no flex real quick big cheque's
Quick sex you bet two chains my neck
Bitches on my mind but only if they bad
Walk into the store and we popping off the tags
Tell me what u want imma cop u a bag
Maybe new shirts for ur mom and your dad
TALKING
Yo will bro
You see those girls in the pool bro
All of them bro their so fineeee, I think im gonna do something reckless
Bro im gonna jump in right now
Bro I don't care about the fours man imma jump in man
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Imma f*ck around and make your mom a fan
Imma good kid but I might be bad
If I f*ck around don't call ur dad
I hope don't get spanked
Tryna have good day
Got big doink 4 grams that's a big Jay
Good a big house with the pool that's a good day
Chilling at beach with my bros and some fine babes
End of the night ya u know gonna get laid
Get laid get paid big bag fine babes
Homies ride the wave turning up on a Tuesday
Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Everyday we turning up just treat it like a Saturday
Chilling on a Saturday I don't give A f*ck
You know it's castro in the cut so all the bitches show up
We turning up right by pool one of the homies throw up
I got the henny in my cup and all the bitches turn up
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
I'm the man with plan throwing hands Jackie chan
Put it up run it up you don't got no chance
F*ck a hater u a fan and that's ur whole fam
Bring ur mom and ur dad and grandma Suzanne
Heard through the grape vine she got killer xan
Only bars in my rap I really don't Cap
All these women hang around and sit in my lap
First house on the right yeah that's where it's at
If you wanna throw shade I don't f*ck with that
If wanna come hang you know where im at
If you wanna make some money lets go get a bag
If you wanna get some hunnies lets go play some tag
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Castro - Poolside Lyrics
Castro - Poolside Lyrics
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Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Imma do my thang imma let my balls hang
Pull up to the Getty and they lookin at my rings
This no biggie man I live no shame
Two iPhones cuz I got hella game
One for the plug and one for the love
Pull up the scene and I'm getting hella hugs
When I see a shorty imma go get the dub
She go back it up imma open up the trunk
I ain't really mean to do this whole rap thing
But ever since I started all the homies bumping
So I'm really on my grind Tryna bring all the slime
One step two step get better rhymes
Three step four step really on my grind
5 step 6 step run the marathon
Up next no flex real quick big cheque's
Quick sex you bet two chains my neck
Bitches on my mind but only if they bad
Walk into the store and we popping off the tags
Tell me what u want imma cop u a bag
Maybe new shirts for ur mom and your dad
TALKING
Yo will bro
You see those girls in the pool bro
All of them bro their so fineeee, I think im gonna do something reckless
Bro im gonna jump in right now
Bro I don't care about the fours man imma jump in man
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Imma f*ck around and make your mom a fan
Imma good kid but I might be bad
If I f*ck around don't call ur dad
I hope don't get spanked
Tryna have good day
Got big doink 4 grams that's a big Jay
Good a big house with the pool that's a good day
Chilling at beach with my bros and some fine babes
End of the night ya u know gonna get laid
Get laid get paid big bag fine babes
Homies ride the wave turning up on a Tuesday
Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Everyday we turning up just treat it like a Saturday
Chilling on a Saturday I don't give A f*ck
You know it's castro in the cut so all the bitches show up
We turning up right by pool one of the homies throw up
I got the henny in my cup and all the bitches turn up
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
I'm the man with plan throwing hands Jackie chan
Put it up run it up you don't got no chance
F*ck a hater u a fan and that's ur whole fam
Bring ur mom and ur dad and grandma Suzanne
Heard through the grape vine she got killer xan
Only bars in my rap I really don't Cap
All these women hang around and sit in my lap
First house on the right yeah that's where it's at
If you wanna throw shade I don't f*ck with that
If wanna come hang you know where im at
If you wanna make some money lets go get a bag
If you wanna get some hunnies lets go play some tag
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Imma do my thang imma let my balls hang
Pull up to the Getty and they lookin at my rings
This no biggie man I live no shame
Two iPhones cuz I got hella game
One for the plug and one for the love
Pull up the scene and I'm getting hella hugs
When I see a shorty imma go get the dub
She go back it up imma open up the trunk
I ain't really mean to do this whole rap thing
But ever since I started all the homies bumping
So I'm really on my grind Tryna bring all the slime
One step two step get better rhymes
Three step four step really on my grind
5 step 6 step run the marathon
Up next no flex real quick big cheque's
Quick sex you bet two chains my neck
Bitches on my mind but only if they bad
Walk into the store and we popping off the tags
Tell me what u want imma cop u a bag
Maybe new shirts for ur mom and your dad
TALKING
Yo will bro
You see those girls in the pool bro
All of them bro their so fineeee, I think im gonna do something reckless
Bro im gonna jump in right now
Bro I don't care about the fours man imma jump in man
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Imma f*ck around and make your mom a fan
Imma good kid but I might be bad
If I f*ck around don't call ur dad
I hope don't get spanked
Tryna have good day
Got big doink 4 grams that's a big Jay
Good a big house with the pool that's a good day
Chilling at beach with my bros and some fine babes
End of the night ya u know gonna get laid
Get laid get paid big bag fine babes
Homies ride the wave turning up on a Tuesday
Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Everyday we turning up just treat it like a Saturday
Chilling on a Saturday I don't give A f*ck
You know it's castro in the cut so all the bitches show up
We turning up right by pool one of the homies throw up
I got the henny in my cup and all the bitches turn up
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
I'm the man with plan throwing hands Jackie chan
Put it up run it up you don't got no chance
F*ck a hater u a fan and that's ur whole fam
Bring ur mom and ur dad and grandma Suzanne
Heard through the grape vine she got killer xan
Only bars in my rap I really don't Cap
All these women hang around and sit in my lap
First house on the right yeah that's where it's at
If you wanna throw shade I don't f*ck with that
If wanna come hang you know where im at
If you wanna make some money lets go get a bag
If you wanna get some hunnies lets go play some tag
Bands make her dance
Yeah I got the rubber bands
Pull up with my friends
And the bitches in a trance
Wanna be my friend
Cuz I'm really up next
Haters talking shit
But you know I'm the man
Writer: Jacob Castro
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid