What you gonna do when I pull up on you n***a? I don't know p**y n***a know that he a cat like Tigger ... ... baseball bat Pull up with them F&Ns coming out the hatch p**y mother f**ker scared to say it to my front, so I'm blowin' out his back ... make a n***a reconsider Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger Red just like Elmo but I never f**king giggle You can s** my pickle for a nickel Eww eww eww Eww eww eww, eww How many n***as standin' around you would die for you? ... sprayin' on 'em, n***as started ... Honestly, truthfully told, YSL won't fold n***a sell dope from the balcony walk into the house and change clothes YSL wipe a n***a nose We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors We gotta have that, gon' grab that ... slap that, smack that sh*t Every day I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick If a n***a think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your b**ch I'ma f**k for the cash then she gettin robbed by tick
Eww eww eww Eww eww eww, eww Hundred bands inside of my pants Make the mothaf**ka dance on the stage b**ch it's a parade Po'in 4s is a sport Leanarade 50 whole k spent on my hygiene Drinking so much lean that my pee clean 808 just might be the dream team b**ch got some good brain, call her Pinky Bag full of weed, no lighter In the kitchen rappin' rappin' like cypher You know damn well I like her, I'ma bite her In a Bentley on West Lee gettin trailed by sniper How the f**k you feel I don't mean nothin All them mills in the bando no clean nothin Run and tell the cop, tell em I don't serve the fiend nothin' Pullin off like "SIKE!" b**ch I got the bando, fifty hundreds Spot round the corner filled up with onions Big homie got a whole truck load Me and Scooter take a trip to Lil' Mexico All I ever wanted was money, all I ever wanted was the money Put your hands in the air if you dare any motherf**ker to step over here F&N put em in a wheel chair Eww eww eww Eww eww eww, eww