Lyrics:
heat
Gotta throw flags if you disrespecting me, a referee
Young kid with a future he impresses me, pleases me
Hold my shit I'm flying to them mountain
I got the candle lit
Where manna go, gang go
Ay, I stay low, watch my stack grow, nigga got rich (woo, woo)
Young nigga came out the bando lit, I
the chains, respect before fame
Those are things that make the young world go 'round
The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne
Type of things that make
Rolls life on the road yeah that's all that a young nigga know
Baby too bad booty on poke she is the Starr of the show
Bands on the floor Drac By The Door
[Young Buck:]
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young
Im married to this money got no love for no bitch
Me and my niggas we just counting bands getting rich
Came from the bottom now it look like i hit
hands on me
Stripper saying
"Baby, why don't you throw these bands on me?"
And I came to spend
She pop a molly let the motherfucking games begin
I'm
You can smell us when we pullin' up
Always smokin' skunk, roll it up
You say you gangbang, throw it up
You don't roll with us, you don't roll with us
non-linear
Convoluted storytelling
Name some names
Amigo
Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice
So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer
It was
fucked, I'ma go ham when I'm in it
I throw a hunnid bands when I'm winnin', what you sayin'? It's a limit?
She on my shoulder, getting closer
Now she
little dancer
Ima let these bands go
Ima let these bands go
Take it to the bedroom
You my little dancer
Ima let these bands go
Ima let these bands
your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go
You can do it too young blood
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young blood
And watch
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
mans
Why she play the young niggas, some things I don't understand
What's the plan, when the prey you preying on go super saiyan
What's the plan, I sit
Turn it up a little, a little more
That's good cocaine
Bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up on a young bitch
With the muthafuckin' Tec
Bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up on a young bitch
With the muthafuckin' Tec
I got bands on my neck
Hunnid bands on my neck
Pull up
business, bitch, know we the clan (know we the clan)
Go and ask your bitch, she a real big fan (real big fan)
She wanna fuck on a young nigga 'cause my
.40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from
bitch, that ain't never fucked in a foreign
Still postin' up with the young niggas
While they got the hole clip showin'
If they double up what I throw 'em
every OP must want to go to heaven
I'm the best yeah I'll say it with my chest no congestion no Robitussin
In the time you throw a shot I flow a dozen,
face ion fuck with the big dog
All wrong bitch dog
Rip to luh vostoven
Im from the 615 north side
Steady throw them 4s up
All my young ruthless
So they
and it's free my nigga [?] out
Pray I go to heaven 'fore I ever go to hell
Riding with the blinker fully loaded, ducking 12
Pocket full of bands, stupid with
Shit, I don't even know what I'm 'bout to say on this shit
This shit go crazy
Addey
Addey
Addey
Stay by my side 'cause I'm 'bout to be rich
All
on a shirt like a hanger
I lost my love when all my love ones acted like strangers
Fell back off in them 'jects where I'm surrounded by bangers
If granny knew
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