[Intro: Slimmy B]
Gang
If X on the beat you know this shit slap
[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
I got red light, caught 'em slippin' at that red light
Do 'em dead wrong, he was an opp so I'm dead right
Tryna funk with us, you niggas better have your bands right
Bad bitches I like, pussy tight, plus that head right
I'ma get money, get dough, get bands tight
.40 on my hip pokin', so I can't stand right
Hella bands on me, got a young nigga pants tight
Got fifty bands on me heavy, but the FN light
Ain't no playin' fair, if gang in here then we got thangs in here
Come up out that house, you getting smacked, you better stay in there
Niggas talkin' guns but they don't really wanna take it there
Catch him in his 'jects, lay him down, leave him stankin' there
If I pull up on a nigga bitch I'm gettin' head (Gettin' head)
If I pull up on a bitch nigga he gettin' fed (.223's)
Ain't no green goin' in my cup, I'm sippin' red (All mud)
This four-five will twist a nigga up like he gettin' dreads
Hit they spot, drop a hundred shots, got 'em runnin' out (Runnin' out)
They get me in that cage, won't say a thing, I'ma thug it out
Ain't no one on ones, we see an opp and we steppin' out
All that actin' like you tough, ain't finna bust, nigga, cut it out
Niggas say they funkin', see each other then hug it out
How you say you want him when you see him, see him, then sucker out?
I tell Rell go, he uppin' chop and he buggin' out
Rude jewels wit' this Glock
Bitch some see what the fuss about, nigga
Gang
If X on the beat you know this shit slap
[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
I got red light, caught 'em slippin' at that red light
Do 'em dead wrong, he was an opp so I'm dead right
Tryna funk with us, you niggas better have your bands right
Bad bitches I like, pussy tight, plus that head right
I'ma get money, get dough, get bands tight
.40 on my hip pokin', so I can't stand right
Hella bands on me, got a young nigga pants tight
Got fifty bands on me heavy, but the FN light
Ain't no playin' fair, if gang in here then we got thangs in here
Come up out that house, you getting smacked, you better stay in there
Niggas talkin' guns but they don't really wanna take it there
Catch him in his 'jects, lay him down, leave him stankin' there
If I pull up on a nigga bitch I'm gettin' head (Gettin' head)
If I pull up on a bitch nigga he gettin' fed (.223's)
Ain't no green goin' in my cup, I'm sippin' red (All mud)
This four-five will twist a nigga up like he gettin' dreads
Hit they spot, drop a hundred shots, got 'em runnin' out (Runnin' out)
They get me in that cage, won't say a thing, I'ma thug it out
Ain't no one on ones, we see an opp and we steppin' out
All that actin' like you tough, ain't finna bust, nigga, cut it out
Niggas say they funkin', see each other then hug it out
How you say you want him when you see him, see him, then sucker out?
I tell Rell go, he uppin' chop and he buggin' out
Rude jewels wit' this Glock
Bitch some see what the fuss about, nigga
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