[Intro]
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)
Ayy
Nigga, I remember one time I had one of my lil' niggas with me in the studio in LA
And he wanted to hit a bitch in the studio room
I told him, "Huh, here go the car keys" (Oh my God, it's Beemer boy)
Go fuck that bitch in the backseat of the G-Wagen
You know? You know we on that AMG shit
[Chorus]
Shorty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me
I don't fuck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do thе scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for mе, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
[Verse 1]
We got Gallery Department, we got Palm Angels
I got thots that different colors like a Power Ranger
I hit the block, then take it over, I need all the paper
I'm on the block with my lil' soldier, clutchin' Glocks with lasers
I told that bitch to eat my cock 'cause I don't need a favor
I love the guap, could never put a bitch before the paper
My homie locked down in the box, he sleepin' with a razor
I'm eatin' lambchop in a Lamb' truck, I done elevated
My teacher thought I was gon' fail, I was a sixth grader
Now I got all this fuckin' money, fuck an education
And just in case the feds come, my lawyer got an eighty
I know I treat her dead wrong, but I'm a project baby
I need somebody to save me
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)
Ayy
Nigga, I remember one time I had one of my lil' niggas with me in the studio in LA
And he wanted to hit a bitch in the studio room
I told him, "Huh, here go the car keys" (Oh my God, it's Beemer boy)
Go fuck that bitch in the backseat of the G-Wagen
You know? You know we on that AMG shit
[Chorus]
Shorty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me
I don't fuck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do thе scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for mе, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
[Verse 1]
We got Gallery Department, we got Palm Angels
I got thots that different colors like a Power Ranger
I hit the block, then take it over, I need all the paper
I'm on the block with my lil' soldier, clutchin' Glocks with lasers
I told that bitch to eat my cock 'cause I don't need a favor
I love the guap, could never put a bitch before the paper
My homie locked down in the box, he sleepin' with a razor
I'm eatin' lambchop in a Lamb' truck, I done elevated
My teacher thought I was gon' fail, I was a sixth grader
Now I got all this fuckin' money, fuck an education
And just in case the feds come, my lawyer got an eighty
I know I treat her dead wrong, but I'm a project baby
I need somebody to save me
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.