(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
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 the scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
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
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 the scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
We got lean, we got powder, we got Xans, we got Percs
We got beans, we got power, we got bands up the burst
Pull up your pants, I won't lack, I done nutted on her skirt
About my brother, 'bout my round, I'll put your mans on a shirt
Fresh as hell, look at shorty, Dapper Dan on the curb
These niggas quick to cuff a girl that I can spank on the first date
It only cost a couple grand to get that ass, go through surgery
I heard you got up on the stand on a murder case
Lil' shorty real, she get a tan every Thursday
Lil' shorty channy, Jackie Chan, Burberry
My homie made so many bands sellin' thirties
Them shooters in a minivan, clutchin' thirties
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 the scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)
(Oh my God, it's Beemer boy)
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