Ballin' wit me to he got that stick wit' him, ayy (that stick on him)
Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (that .30, nigga)
If a nigga tryna play then we gon' get on him (gon' get on him)
Shh, nigga, we ain't playin around (bitch)
Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy
Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back
Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Money comin' in for them packs and now they goin' out
Can't even smoke up in hotels but, bitch, we burnt it down
I get to geekin' off that liquor now it's going down
She get to geekin' off that drink and now she going down
Can't even smoke up in the sprinter, they gon' kick me out (uh)
I know this hoe, she got a man but she gon' suck me now (uh)
Bro hit a bank we saw them bands and then we took it out
You sellin' booty or the coochie? What you really 'bout?
I used to be smokin' on duty now I got some loud
She say her man got him some racks so we gon' take him down (ayy, ayy)
Bands comin', in we copped the foreign now we getting out
Packs comin' in, we got em in an now you in a drought
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
When I hop up out this car bet I kill your friend
Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy
Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back
Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
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Ballin' wit me to he got that stick wit' him, ayy (that stick on him)
Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (that .30, nigga)
If a nigga tryna play then we gon' get on him (gon' get on him)
Shh, nigga, we ain't playin around (bitch)
Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy
Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back
Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Money comin' in for them packs and now they goin' out
Can't even smoke up in hotels but, bitch, we burnt it down
I get to geekin' off that liquor now it's going down
She get to geekin' off that drink and now she going down
Can't even smoke up in the sprinter, they gon' kick me out (uh)
I know this hoe, she got a man but she gon' suck me now (uh)
Bro hit a bank we saw them bands and then we took it out
You sellin' booty or the coochie? What you really 'bout?
I used to be smokin' on duty now I got some loud
She say her man got him some racks so we gon' take him down (ayy, ayy)
Bands comin', in we copped the foreign now we getting out
Packs comin' in, we got em in an now you in a drought
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
When I hop up out this car bet I kill your friend
Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy
Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back
Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (that .30, nigga)
If a nigga tryna play then we gon' get on him (gon' get on him)
Shh, nigga, we ain't playin around (bitch)
Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy
Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back
Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Money comin' in for them packs and now they goin' out
Can't even smoke up in hotels but, bitch, we burnt it down
I get to geekin' off that liquor now it's going down
She get to geekin' off that drink and now she going down
Can't even smoke up in the sprinter, they gon' kick me out (uh)
I know this hoe, she got a man but she gon' suck me now (uh)
Bro hit a bank we saw them bands and then we took it out
You sellin' booty or the coochie? What you really 'bout?
I used to be smokin' on duty now I got some loud
She say her man got him some racks so we gon' take him down (ayy, ayy)
Bands comin', in we copped the foreign now we getting out
Packs comin' in, we got em in an now you in a drought
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
We double back, hit they block, and we spin again
When I hop up out this car bet I kill your friend
Ayy, broadie sellin' packs while he in the trap, ayy
Posted wit' my strap, I be in the back
Got this .30 on my hip, please don't try me, man
No, a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitches, she super thick I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to going shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands just in my line, you said you need some bows
Writer: Moses McGee, Nicholas Simmons
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC