[Intro]
(BangThatShit)
[Verse 1: Tay B]
You wonderin' why you can't find this watch, because it's one of one
Pretty face, little waist, my bitch one of none
First two hundred thousand that I made, I bought a hundred guns
Shoot a nigga, I'm a camera man, this a run and gun
If I ain't rappin', I'm bustin' a brick down with rubber gloves
Made a quarter million off of weed with my brother Crumbs
We put buttons on them blicks, if you don't see 'em, they ain't ours
Killers with me all the time, if you don't see him, he ain't far
If the shit ain't VVSs, you won't see it on my charm
I got a wife, but a young nigga be cheatin', I'm like Charles
[Verse 2: The Godfather]
They say this wood on this chopper came from the Noah's Ark
The bullet from the FN look like we throwin' out some darts
Hit his head, park the car, punchin' shit, fill up the cart
We couldn't stash the fully, fuck around and took off on the narcs
You ain't steppin', you a bitch, belt to ass, where the switch?
Niggas hatin' that we lit, stack that paper 'til you rich
Better move right 'cause you could be the one that die tonight
Before I thought about a rap, shit, I was out here takin' lives
Better not short me on no hit, I kill his ass, you pay the price
Cut a nigga off in traffic, fft-fft, I'm out of sight
(BangThatShit)
[Verse 1: Tay B]
You wonderin' why you can't find this watch, because it's one of one
Pretty face, little waist, my bitch one of none
First two hundred thousand that I made, I bought a hundred guns
Shoot a nigga, I'm a camera man, this a run and gun
If I ain't rappin', I'm bustin' a brick down with rubber gloves
Made a quarter million off of weed with my brother Crumbs
We put buttons on them blicks, if you don't see 'em, they ain't ours
Killers with me all the time, if you don't see him, he ain't far
If the shit ain't VVSs, you won't see it on my charm
I got a wife, but a young nigga be cheatin', I'm like Charles
[Verse 2: The Godfather]
They say this wood on this chopper came from the Noah's Ark
The bullet from the FN look like we throwin' out some darts
Hit his head, park the car, punchin' shit, fill up the cart
We couldn't stash the fully, fuck around and took off on the narcs
You ain't steppin', you a bitch, belt to ass, where the switch?
Niggas hatin' that we lit, stack that paper 'til you rich
Better move right 'cause you could be the one that die tonight
Before I thought about a rap, shit, I was out here takin' lives
Better not short me on no hit, I kill his ass, you pay the price
Cut a nigga off in traffic, fft-fft, I'm out of sight
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