Wristbands.

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Bitch, don't even play with me!
Bang it out
Imma start in they shit
Don't come around with all that joking
I ain't playing lil' bitch
I sold my rollie for the rocket, I spent ten, plus a brick
She best be… with all that talking, I need sloppy lil' bitch
Bitch I'm a gentleman, up in my settlement
Bet you I'm a bandit yea, organs stranded yea
Ain't taking no names, presidental candidate
A trap on the grass, I swear they planted it
Fly first class, yea yea, they landed it
Car on the road, I swear they stranded it
You got a question, I got a answer
It's his ass, yea they handed it
Smoking that rope, on that dope, on that coat
Head above water, gotta know how float
Them sticks, niggas fucking tote
Hoping my youngins' don't lose no hope
I got a coat, don't lose the soap
Hanging on life like a thread of rope
Groupie hoe try to f*ck with me, I said "nope"
I be chilling mane, this bitch boy
Bullets gone fucking destroy
I ain't nothing to play with bitch
I ain't no fucking toy
At your mother fucking dome (bitch)
I hit your momma pussy, til' she quit
Leaving all my fucking kids, on her clit (Hah)
Know his pussy ass can't fight, I'm smoking whoever
Who want right?
I'm the type of nigga to hand out two-piece
Then ask if he alright
Bitch you all bark and no bite
Head hunters at you at night
You gone cry like a bitch if your girl ride me like a bike
Like a bike, nigga, in the car
Get me started, need to pop me a bar
I'm on that shit boy
North side baby, outta Houston
Strictly hard, bitch call me dumb
Bitch, give me brain
In that field, that be my fucking gang
Be by myself, stay in my lane
Know I stay quiet cause I done left a stain
I got plenty bodies, I can name them right now
But I ain't gone do that cause the P.O be on my ass
A lot now
Bitch get me mad, I bat yo ass
Like what the f*ck you had thought?
I slap the bitch…
Cause she had ran her fucking mouth
I ain't come here to make friends, came to make bands
Bands a make her dance
Thick dark skin, do your Jamaican dance
Feel like my back bone, I enhance
These niggas can't stand a chance
I don't play with fire, touch it like iron hands
You know I ain't gone lie
I be turning my comments off sometimes
'Cause you know these, these
Bitch ass, f*ck ass niggas be trolling
Ha, shit crazy though, I ain't gone lie
Mane, I just wanna say f*ck you pussy ass niggas man
Suck my dick, you know what I'm saying
YM said that, did that, f*ck you talking about bitch
Aye, you know I'mma talk my shit every time
Haha

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Written by: Christian Spann

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