I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon´ make the bed rock Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop He looked up, all he seen was a red dot Heat stick, hot stick, ridin´ with a mop stick Ain´t goin´ back and forth, if it´s on, we on our opps quick Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin´
You ain´t choosin´, then you losin´, baby, get with me I keep money comin´ in and I keep blicky Get to knockin´ on them niggas like the mailman I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don´t, bitch, I´m John Cena But we ain´t with that wrestlin´, you know we pop demons If we ain´t talkin´ ´bout some money, then I´m not speakin´ Don´t check me, check the bitch ´cause the thot creepin´ We finna get up on they ass, nigga, not even Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin´ I told her, "Swallow, don´t you spit it," she got all semen Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I´m a whole creature Get a chopper, hold a broom, that´s a street sweeper He ain´t really in that water, he a knee deeper (Yeah, yeah)
Know lil´ brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (Yeah, yeah) I need twenty bands cash (Yeah, yeah), ain´t no free features
As I look at my wrist, it´s about that time But if I look too long, then I might go blind I got ten bad bitches pullin´ up at 9 Should we fuck at Fenix crib, or should we fuck at mine? We gon´ split ´em down that middle, I get five, you get five Then we switch ´em in a little, I get yours, you get mine I done told you ´bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine Know we keep them straps, I got forty, you got nine
Ayy, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options Your number one pick ain´t even in my top ten Bitch in the valley, got a bitch off of Slauson Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in Open their mouth while I put my cock in I ain´t turnin´ down shit, I´m on nonsense Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson
I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon´ make the bed rock Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop He looked up, all he seen was a red dot Heat stick, hot stick, ridin´ with a mop stick Ain´t goin´ back and forth, if it´s on, we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin´