Bands & Percs Sickboyrari

I'ma pop bands, she poppin percs
I'ma pop bands, she poppin percs
I'ma pop bands, she poppin percs
Shit, I'ma throw the gun in her purse
I'ma pop bands, she poppin percs
I'ma pop bands, she poppin percs
I'ma pop bands, she poppin percs
Shit, I'ma throw the gun in her purse

I'ma ball on you nigga, like Cam
Louis V handbag color yams
Rubberband like a nigga doin scams
I'ma scoop the hoe up from the track
Bend it over, tramp stamp on her back
Percocets, gon' stuff it in her crack
Percocets, she wanna cross me in a lap
Fly niggas, I cannot be doin laps
Nigga, I'ma relapse and take a nap
Sike, nigga I'ma do another lap
Sixteen, so much guns in the air
Bad bitch, throw some diamonds in her hair
I'ma hop out the whip over there
And I'ma hop back in over here
Big belt champion, Rick Flair
Might as well call that nigga Sick Flair
Hoppin out the ring, diamonds in my ear
Hoppin out the ring, [?] over this
I can't see you fuck niggas, diamonds in the glare