Aye, I'm in Brooklyn with a shooter like KD
Nawl I mean Irvin
Got flicked in Manhattan too much tron I was swerving
Aye if I stop punch me in
Aye, Bitch I just wanna f*ck ion do dates
And yo nigga broke he ain't got pape
Bitch I been getting pape since Myspace
And these bands spread longer then a drive way
I left my ex for a bitch that put her stomach in her ass
Threw the whip in sports mode f*cked around and blew the trans
F*ck a beat I was tryna run up them bands
This pendant bright as shit i'll give a bitch a tan
I'm at these niggas necks like a bow tie
I can count a hunnit bands with Stevie Wonder eyes
I hear niggas pillow talking dawg they act like bitches
Nigga f*ck yo dead homie you can die with em
Peanut butter breath these niggas jelly
'Cause I got more bread than a bakery
This shirt did not come from Macy's
800 horses dawg the feds can not chase me nigga
I'm back in that 1 bag
Choppa hold a whole hunnit and it won't lag
If it ain't bout some bands I ain't in the mood
20 bands in truth throwing up dough like Italian food, bitch
Back in
Big ass Foreign I can't back in
Bitch thick as shit beat her back in
I was subbed out the game but I'm back in
Back in
I use to get that shit pure then I tap dance
Ion love a bitch I love crack heads
Coach took me out the game but I'm back in, nigga