Banned Up
Yea no matter what I'm a man up
I'm stand up in they chest
(Big guns big trees big screens)
(Big hate big money big screams)
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck wedding band
Hoe I'm banned up (Yea)
This the part
When you know I can't be played
It's few sentences
I'm taking to my grave
Don't mean to be rude
You can't hang cause you lame
And guess what (What) you ugly as Fuck
I ain't mad you can bring yo friends
But the 1 with the Addy can't come In Sit yo bitter ass out in the sun
Burn up bitch turn up bitch
I'm a crash I be tearing up shit
Red bottoms hop on a beat
Money phone who talking to me
Bitch I'm a g put it on me
Sipping on tea she sipping on me
Stealing my weed whenever
She leave Out on the road
I am streets Feel like I'm geezy
2003 stick with yo dreams
Stay with the team
I don't play games PSP
Future brighter than DSD
Swerve a hater like
Make ya heart beat stop
Fuck a toy cop fuck a beat cop
Run through it then we recock
We Milly roc on these blocks
We made a Milly on these rocs
Stand there and watch a g shock
Seen my teeth
Now she wanna reach out
Want the smoke like teapot Weed shops paper route
Ain't nothing wrong with a reroute
I didn't die young
I don't wanna die old
I ain't trying to die at all
Let my name rang
I ain't picking up that call
Order beaucoup tees
Put yo face on them all
Put my face on a wall
I'm fucking legend dog
Skip what you gone do Jabroni
I done did it all
Yea no matter what I'm a man up
I'm stand up in they chest
(Big guns big trees big screens)
(Big hate big money big screams)
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck wedding band
Hoe I'm banned up (Yea)
This the part
When you know I can't be played
It's few sentences
I'm taking to my grave
Don't mean to be rude
You can't hang cause you lame
And guess what(what)you ugly as Fuck
Yea no matter what I'm a man up
I'm stand up in they chest
(Big guns big trees big screens)
(Big hate big money big screams)
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck wedding band
Hoe I'm banned up (Yea)
This the part
When you know I can't be played
It's few sentences
I'm taking to my grave
Don't mean to be rude
You can't hang cause you lame
And guess what (What) you ugly as Fuck
You lil mad bitch yuh you lil broke lil bitch you
I'm stand up in they chest
(Big guns big trees big screens)
(Big hate big money big screams)
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck wedding band
Hoe I'm banned up (Yea)
This the part
When you know I can't be played
It's few sentences
I'm taking to my grave
Don't mean to be rude
You can't hang cause you lame
And guess what (What) you ugly as Fuck
I ain't mad you can bring yo friends
But the 1 with the Addy can't come In Sit yo bitter ass out in the sun
Burn up bitch turn up bitch
I'm a crash I be tearing up shit
Red bottoms hop on a beat
Money phone who talking to me
Bitch I'm a g put it on me
Sipping on tea she sipping on me
Stealing my weed whenever
She leave Out on the road
I am streets Feel like I'm geezy
2003 stick with yo dreams
Stay with the team
I don't play games PSP
Future brighter than DSD
Swerve a hater like
Make ya heart beat stop
Fuck a toy cop fuck a beat cop
Run through it then we recock
We Milly roc on these blocks
We made a Milly on these rocs
Stand there and watch a g shock
Seen my teeth
Now she wanna reach out
Want the smoke like teapot Weed shops paper route
Ain't nothing wrong with a reroute
I didn't die young
I don't wanna die old
I ain't trying to die at all
Let my name rang
I ain't picking up that call
Order beaucoup tees
Put yo face on them all
Put my face on a wall
I'm fucking legend dog
Skip what you gone do Jabroni
I done did it all
Yea no matter what I'm a man up
I'm stand up in they chest
(Big guns big trees big screens)
(Big hate big money big screams)
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck wedding band
Hoe I'm banned up (Yea)
This the part
When you know I can't be played
It's few sentences
I'm taking to my grave
Don't mean to be rude
You can't hang cause you lame
And guess what(what)you ugly as Fuck
Yea no matter what I'm a man up
I'm stand up in they chest
(Big guns big trees big screens)
(Big hate big money big screams)
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck wedding band
Hoe I'm banned up (Yea)
This the part
When you know I can't be played
It's few sentences
I'm taking to my grave
Don't mean to be rude
You can't hang cause you lame
And guess what (What) you ugly as Fuck
You lil mad bitch yuh you lil broke lil bitch you
Credits
Writer(s): Terry King
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