Just sit back and watch how my brothers get these bands made
I just threw the fit Call up Jay I need some pants made
She think I'm a thug Feel like 50 with the band aid
I get in her head then I send her on a rampage
Baby lets get high let me show you that you close to me
I want beans and gas She want diamonds in her rosary
I left in my bag so i guess this how it's supposed to be
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
Look up to the moon because I know this shit forever man
Shawnsa knew it too That's why we in this shit together man
Fronto round the glue I just put that shit together aye
These hoes knew it too Tried to stay around forever man
Highest in the room I been rolling for forever man
I just dropped a 2 I need 2 more of promethazine
I don't need no love I put Benjies over everything
I bet I know some thugs They a kill you over anything
I just hopped out that bitch and her pussy was extravagant
Keep that goofy shit, You ain't gang And I ain't having it
Just left from NY All these hating niggas ain't having it
But I'm gone have my way I'll never stop living for the lavishness
Facing this exotic and it taste sweet like Key Lime
I just hit the plug He said 1 5 for the 3 lines
Niggas always sneaking but won't see me like they terrified
I ain't never see him with that gun except online
(All these bluffin ass niggas, who the f*ck is callin my phone?)
I ain't never see him with that gun except online
Just sit back and watch how my brothers get these bands made
I just threw the fit Call up Jay I need some pants made
She think I'm a thug Feel like 50 with the band aid
I get in her head then I send her on a rampage
Baby lets get high let me show you that you close to me
I want beans and gas She want diamonds in her rosary
I left in my bag so i guess this how it's supposed to be
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
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Just sit back and watch how my brothers get these bands made
I just threw the fit Call up Jay I need some pants made
She think I'm a thug Feel like 50 with the band aid
I get in her head then I send her on a rampage
Baby lets get high let me show you that you close to me
I want beans and gas She want diamonds in her rosary
I left in my bag so i guess this how it's supposed to be
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
Look up to the moon because I know this shit forever man
Shawnsa knew it too That's why we in this shit together man
Fronto round the glue I just put that shit together aye
These hoes knew it too Tried to stay around forever man
Highest in the room I been rolling for forever man
I just dropped a 2 I need 2 more of promethazine
I don't need no love I put Benjies over everything
I bet I know some thugs They a kill you over anything
I just hopped out that bitch and her pussy was extravagant
Keep that goofy shit, You ain't gang And I ain't having it
Just left from NY All these hating niggas ain't having it
But I'm gone have my way I'll never stop living for the lavishness
Facing this exotic and it taste sweet like Key Lime
I just hit the plug He said 1 5 for the 3 lines
Niggas always sneaking but won't see me like they terrified
I ain't never see him with that gun except online
(All these bluffin ass niggas, who the f*ck is callin my phone?)
I ain't never see him with that gun except online
Just sit back and watch how my brothers get these bands made
I just threw the fit Call up Jay I need some pants made
She think I'm a thug Feel like 50 with the band aid
I get in her head then I send her on a rampage
Baby lets get high let me show you that you close to me
I want beans and gas She want diamonds in her rosary
I left in my bag so i guess this how it's supposed to be
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
I just threw the fit Call up Jay I need some pants made
She think I'm a thug Feel like 50 with the band aid
I get in her head then I send her on a rampage
Baby lets get high let me show you that you close to me
I want beans and gas She want diamonds in her rosary
I left in my bag so i guess this how it's supposed to be
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
Look up to the moon because I know this shit forever man
Shawnsa knew it too That's why we in this shit together man
Fronto round the glue I just put that shit together aye
These hoes knew it too Tried to stay around forever man
Highest in the room I been rolling for forever man
I just dropped a 2 I need 2 more of promethazine
I don't need no love I put Benjies over everything
I bet I know some thugs They a kill you over anything
I just hopped out that bitch and her pussy was extravagant
Keep that goofy shit, You ain't gang And I ain't having it
Just left from NY All these hating niggas ain't having it
But I'm gone have my way I'll never stop living for the lavishness
Facing this exotic and it taste sweet like Key Lime
I just hit the plug He said 1 5 for the 3 lines
Niggas always sneaking but won't see me like they terrified
I ain't never see him with that gun except online
(All these bluffin ass niggas, who the f*ck is callin my phone?)
I ain't never see him with that gun except online
Just sit back and watch how my brothers get these bands made
I just threw the fit Call up Jay I need some pants made
She think I'm a thug Feel like 50 with the band aid
I get in her head then I send her on a rampage
Baby lets get high let me show you that you close to me
I want beans and gas She want diamonds in her rosary
I left in my bag so i guess this how it's supposed to be
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
I might pop these percs if she don't answer the phone for me
Writer: Brandon Pertee
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid