Lyrics:
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
came up
Couldn't bath til the sun got bright how i came up
Runnin round by my lonely thats how i came up
Don't fuck with niggas cuz they phony how i came
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay
to the 'Basses
Leave you in dust, in my ashes
Not getting tricked by no mirage
Checking and doubling it's certi
Travel the world collecting bills
Flex on my ex
strikes from political insiders
A black market government where being criminal is righteous
Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis
The crisis has
her bills
I had to toughen up and take some Chances in the field
Been at a crossroad tryna look for inspiration
I still be showing love even when
Thirty bands in my joggys
Bitch I'm talkin' right now
You don't get three tries
Miss once and you gon' strike out
Ayy, I been sleepin' in the
Trap like
I need alotta gwallah
The type u stacc and pile up
Type u get from powder
Need it by the minute fucc this by the hour shit
Cuz i need a million
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
not likely,
Run it up, run it up, run it up!
Uma Thurman couldn't stop me
I could just play for the Bills, you cannot come to the Ville,
You
to rake up the sand
At the kiosk we made us a band
And it really made us to be bold
Turned 20 in May gettin old
Mama sorry for slinging that dope
I need Christ
That's the only thing I know
I really can't breath right
I'm strangled by animosity from by own people
Lately it's hard to be nice
It might not be to you but this rapping is a big deal
Used to count the dollars by the ones, now it's big bills
They ask "will I make it?" but I
Open up my bag and you'll see all my money bands
Pull up on the block I might just pop him like a xan
I always stay rollin with a .40 in my hand
How
mission is to chill
I'n'I think 'bout the vibes and
Not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes
Put some on a layaway
What makes me happy like
wake the fuckin' hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
an Egyptian
Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street, bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike
Homicide, hard body
Something like kamikaze Do drive-bys in the mazi
Pay cash, no deposit
Run it up for the summer
Run it up for the winter
Run it up for
we'd get up out him
There's no doubting homie run
Run the truth
Couple bands that's a lot of loot
Couple mans got a lot to prove
Some of them got a lot
the look and the smell (strong)
Rose gold AP, hope this bitch don't send me to jail (bling blaow)
Shirt cost a G, shoes cost a G, nigga (bands)
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