[BandGang Lonnie Bands] Man, I got your bitch pussy poppin´ on a handstand, hey And I just had to send off five bands, hey And you know them bitches call me Band Man Whipped out a card, she like, "Boy, you still scammin´?" Poody walked in with them band-bands, woo Mone walked in with that FN, woo Nigga play with TF, you a dead man, woo Bitch, we shoot up funerals and weddings, mmh Hey, bitch ask me for money, had to ho her ass, ooh Bitch, hop on that page, better post her ass Ooh, nigga, fuck a diss song, we gon´ smoke his ass, nigga Niggas try me in the club, I´ma poke his ass, huh
Ooh, nigga I can show you how to make ten fast, ooh Back on that road, I got whiplash, ooh
[ShredGang Mone] Boog touched down with like ten packs, hmm Touch down with all them damn gift bags, hmm She gon´ beat the blade up, then get sent back, hmm She can´t come in the crib without ten bands, hmm Breaking down all them bags for the profit, hmm You don´t see me in the club without the rocket, hmm Off them bows, I got them slippies in my pocket, hmm Reach for this chain, I´m sendin´ nothin´ but Swansons, hmm We come and take your keys like a locksmith, hey
Shout out my Bay niggas, yeah, we locked in, hey And you will get popped there and you get popped here I´m that ignorant ass nigga with the lock hair, hey Just got a new ho bitch with the long hair, ayy And my project bitch ain´t got no hair, ayy
[Cash Click Boog] Me and Lil Poody in this bitch, he got his Draco with him I got an F&N on me, we won´t play with niggas You see me gettin´ money, why you hatin´, nigga? If Mone wanna up the strap, I ain´t savin´ niggas Mix the yellow with the purple, I´m a Laker nigga Secure the plug, got the weed for my Jamaican niggas You foolin´ with them buffies, why you fakin´, nigga?
I´m just here to speak the truth, I ain´t hatin´, nigga Ayy, ayy, slidin´ in that sleeve, me and Lonnie in Watts Nigga, text Rolla and Paid, we slidin´ tonight Never been a pussy nigga, put that on my life They ain´t have to hit the light, we got on this ice Said she had some money for me, I got on the flight 7.62´s but I got in a rif´ In a kitchen with them pots, rerocking the white Free my nigga Dolla, man, he locked up for life