Wristbands.
YM Trez
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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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