Big rubber bands, I be I up fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it I all this shit 'cause I'm bout it You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' Call me Milonakis All I get is bags, all I get is Smoking big Backwoods of that I pull up, get that then I'm bouncin'
I pull up hop out, I pop out I got the out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out I up this forty Mayweather, it's a damn out I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a out something something, I forgot now I was thinking about the guap then put my out I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked It's a parade here, all you see is shells I dress myself, I don't need a stylist I got my pistol in case the violence I think my gay, I pulled him out the closet I my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to college I call my desert eagle "Desert "cause we be warrin' I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be If you talking some millions, we be on it ay
Big rubber bands, I be I up this fucking then I cock it, I pop it I talk all this shit 'cause I'm it You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it me bag-head Milonakis All I get is bags, all I get is Smoking big Backwoods of that I pull up, get money then I'm bouncin'
I pull up, get that check I'm in to win I got two forties, them be twenty twins Don't fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig four out the thirty, we got twenty-six Pulled up swagging, you seeing this Bitch came to my crib, you she eatin' this She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking I'm an nigga, I don't speak for shit Chief so got totin' llamas I got a HK caliber, Da I wasn't good in science but I knew my I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your stop callin'
Big rubber bands, I be I up this pistol then I cock it, I pop it I talk all this shit 'cause I'm it You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' Call me bag-head All I get is bags, all I get is Smoking big Backwoods of funky I pull up, get that money I'm bouncin'