Set Up
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around
Sets up we gone bang 'em out
Tote up we gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Them banging bitches
We don't fuck around
Sets up
We gone bang 'em out
Tote up
We gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Them banging bitches
We don't fuck around
Sets up
We gone bang 'em out
Tote 'em up
We gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Pussy run the streets
Tell 'em cats out ('Cause we out)
Put them niggas up in the dog house (Dog house)
We keep a big bag with the large amounts (Facts)
We all bang together
No fallouts (Nah)
'Cause we eat good no fat shit (Mmm)
Smoking big gas no cat piss (Mmm)
We a different type of breed
No average (Mmm)
And we might steal yo man
Don't be mad sis (Mmm-mm-mm)
Ain't no set up but throw yo sets up (Sets up)
My bitches taking over
Yeah we next up (Next up)
We ain't beefing over here
Put the bag up
Don't compete with us sis
You need to catch up (Lil' bitch)
Ain't no cap cap
We clappin' right back
We ain't even gotta shoot
Split yo wig back
Like Drake said yeah it's back to back
Back to back
Back to back (Yah)
Spend a couple bills
Make it right back
If I catch you being shady
Then it's lack lack (Lackin')
When I pop up at the club
She catch a heart attack
'Cause I'm drippy with the sauce
Bring the Mack back (Drip drip)
It's a swag attack
Catch a sucka attack
I ain't flexing on you hoe
I'm speaking fact facts
If you believe I ain't got it
Do the math math (Run it up)
You bitches smelling fishy
Take a bath bath hoe (Oh my God)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Yeah)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang bang bang)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote it up tote it up tote it up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Oh you mad)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Are you scared)
Tote up we gone air it out (Yeah you mad)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (I got you scared)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Oh you scared)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (I got you mad)
Tote up we gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (You bitches mad mad mad mad mad)
That pussy hit different when it's hood bitch
She keep it real thorough
She a savage
Friday 13th but it's Suxiie (Suxiie)
No ax yeah I'm bustin' with the Uzi (Ahh)
Them hoes wanna be me
Yeah they groupies
You niggas be mad when they lose me (But why)
And I bet it's tough tiddy when you lose to me
Ain't my fault you took a nap
Shouldn't have snoozed on me (Hahaha)
Oh you mad pussy
Don't be sad pussy (What)
I ain't got my black bag
So be glad pussy (Mmm)
Yo nigga fell in love
'Cause it's mad gushy (Gushy Gushy)
That nigga left yo ass
'Cause you a broke pussy (Broke ass bitch)
Oh now she wanna fight
Baby hold up (Wait what)
My gang coming though
And yeah we tote up (Yeah)
You'll never catch me lacking with them soldiers (Nah)
And I'm the realest to ever tell you
So you know wassup baby yeah (Yeah)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Fuck around)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang 'em out)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote it up tote it up tote it up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (Yeah)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Yeah)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang 'em out)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote 'em up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (All about bitch)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Fuck around hoe)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang 'em out bitch)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote 'em up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (Aye yah-yah)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out
Tote up we gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Them banging bitches
We don't fuck around
Sets up
We gone bang 'em out
Tote up
We gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Them banging bitches
We don't fuck around
Sets up
We gone bang 'em out
Tote 'em up
We gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Pussy run the streets
Tell 'em cats out ('Cause we out)
Put them niggas up in the dog house (Dog house)
We keep a big bag with the large amounts (Facts)
We all bang together
No fallouts (Nah)
'Cause we eat good no fat shit (Mmm)
Smoking big gas no cat piss (Mmm)
We a different type of breed
No average (Mmm)
And we might steal yo man
Don't be mad sis (Mmm-mm-mm)
Ain't no set up but throw yo sets up (Sets up)
My bitches taking over
Yeah we next up (Next up)
We ain't beefing over here
Put the bag up
Don't compete with us sis
You need to catch up (Lil' bitch)
Ain't no cap cap
We clappin' right back
We ain't even gotta shoot
Split yo wig back
Like Drake said yeah it's back to back
Back to back
Back to back (Yah)
Spend a couple bills
Make it right back
If I catch you being shady
Then it's lack lack (Lackin')
When I pop up at the club
She catch a heart attack
'Cause I'm drippy with the sauce
Bring the Mack back (Drip drip)
It's a swag attack
Catch a sucka attack
I ain't flexing on you hoe
I'm speaking fact facts
If you believe I ain't got it
Do the math math (Run it up)
You bitches smelling fishy
Take a bath bath hoe (Oh my God)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Yeah)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang bang bang)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote it up tote it up tote it up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Oh you mad)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Are you scared)
Tote up we gone air it out (Yeah you mad)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (I got you scared)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Oh you scared)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (I got you mad)
Tote up we gone air it out
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (You bitches mad mad mad mad mad)
That pussy hit different when it's hood bitch
She keep it real thorough
She a savage
Friday 13th but it's Suxiie (Suxiie)
No ax yeah I'm bustin' with the Uzi (Ahh)
Them hoes wanna be me
Yeah they groupies
You niggas be mad when they lose me (But why)
And I bet it's tough tiddy when you lose to me
Ain't my fault you took a nap
Shouldn't have snoozed on me (Hahaha)
Oh you mad pussy
Don't be sad pussy (What)
I ain't got my black bag
So be glad pussy (Mmm)
Yo nigga fell in love
'Cause it's mad gushy (Gushy Gushy)
That nigga left yo ass
'Cause you a broke pussy (Broke ass bitch)
Oh now she wanna fight
Baby hold up (Wait what)
My gang coming though
And yeah we tote up (Yeah)
You'll never catch me lacking with them soldiers (Nah)
And I'm the realest to ever tell you
So you know wassup baby yeah (Yeah)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Fuck around)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang 'em out)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote it up tote it up tote it up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (Yeah)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Yeah)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang 'em out)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote 'em up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (All about bitch)
Them banging bitches we don't fuck around (Fuck around hoe)
Sets up we gone bang 'em out (Bang 'em out bitch)
Tote up we gone air it out (Tote 'em up)
'Cause that hood shit's what we all about (Aye yah-yah)
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Writer(s): Alexus Harris
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