Let Down

Bands in my pocket, but bitch don't think that I give em out
If you try to take it, then the squad gon' come drown yo house
Bitch I'm the man fuck everybody you talking 'bout
You don't understand? You can go ahead and walk it out

Ounces, ounces, ounces, yes we smoke up a large amount
Pussy you don't even know what's up in my bank account
Everybody see me everytime I fucking step out
Pussy say wassup or you niggas better step down

Bitch it's the king, and I'm on y'all land now
Money getting longer I got power in my hands now
I just might put it all away for my grandchild
With the bands on I don't fuck with no grams now

Pussy niggas talking they just mad that they let down
Bat to his face got him feeling all depressed now
Niggas think they hard, but they softer than a reptile
Bitch I'm a lion I'll eat your fucking flesh out

I was born like this you can check my DNA
They said I was a monster then I stepped into the game
These niggas do not want it, I promise that on my name
Since I been getting money, I just watch my life change
Don't throw money at hoes, cause I'd rather eat and save
Fuck the strip club, rather smoke weed at my place
If you ain't bout no money get the fuck out of the way
If you ain't bout no money get the fuck up out my face



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Christopher Travis
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