POPPIN BANZ (feat. Official Shawn)
Fast whips bad bitches
O yeah we poppin bandz
Get the weed and weigh it up
We make a couple bands
Hit the mall
We coppin up we spent a 100 grand
We toat them glocks
Don't play with us We shot another Man
I got my Spanish bitch To
Pull up and test you
She gone up take all ya bezels
You spent a bag let me tell you
Don't chase no oussy be careful
I set you up bouta mail you
Just Give me time ima sell you
You Send it back ima fail you bitch Bullets up get to booking
Smoking guns get to cooking
I hear that talkpussy footing
Can't complete but you looking
If you mad Then come and prove it
You oussy niggas be cappas
I Sent them shots betta back up
I got that bitch
Fucked her track up I get her gone
Like a track hawk You wanna eat Better Step up
We hit the block then we rack up
Sell that dope then we stack up
Huh all these lame niggas think they
Wanna be valid so bad
They to talking shit to a bitch
Little Bitch is this aint fucking game
Vvs on my ducking chain
Come flip ya bag
And make it rain
Go fuck that Nigga he a lame
No cuffin Im fuckling I ran it fast
This bitch is all in my way
To get to the cash
I do the dash on the way
To get to it fast
She fucked me good and it's wet
Lit off the gasss I fuck
All up on her bestie
Then hit the dash I'm alil toxic shit is Messy
Give me that ass bitch
Fast whips bad bitches
O yeah we poppin bandz
Get the weed and weigh it up
We make a couple bands
Hit the mall
We coppin up we spent a 100 grand
We toat them glocks
Don't play with us We shot another Man
Countin all these racks yeah im popin Out these rubber bands
Niggas want Smoke tell that nigga we can throw Sum hands
Pull up on my block get em Gone tell em come again na dont come
Alone pull up on me with a couple Friends gave ya bitch bone
Hit it good Shell be back again
We steady packin them packs im Countin racks thats on racks
I'm at the Back of back we pistol pack we dont Lack
I'm steady makin these traps im Steady breaking her back i cary weight
I dont lack tell em ya baby is back
Im in that pussy like hello kitty my Niggas we toatin blickies my bitches
They showing titties chase a bag chase
A Milli at clubs we be throwin 50s
My flow is immaculate you smoke the Weed
But im trappin it thats ya bitch
And im tappin it from the back i was Clappin it
Fast whips bad bitches
O yeah we poppin bandz
Get the weed and weigh it up
We make a couple bands
Hit the mall
We coppin up we spent a 100 grand
We toat them glocks
Don't play with us We shot another Man
O yeah we poppin bandz
Get the weed and weigh it up
We make a couple bands
Hit the mall
We coppin up we spent a 100 grand
We toat them glocks
Don't play with us We shot another Man
I got my Spanish bitch To
Pull up and test you
She gone up take all ya bezels
You spent a bag let me tell you
Don't chase no oussy be careful
I set you up bouta mail you
Just Give me time ima sell you
You Send it back ima fail you bitch Bullets up get to booking
Smoking guns get to cooking
I hear that talkpussy footing
Can't complete but you looking
If you mad Then come and prove it
You oussy niggas be cappas
I Sent them shots betta back up
I got that bitch
Fucked her track up I get her gone
Like a track hawk You wanna eat Better Step up
We hit the block then we rack up
Sell that dope then we stack up
Huh all these lame niggas think they
Wanna be valid so bad
They to talking shit to a bitch
Little Bitch is this aint fucking game
Vvs on my ducking chain
Come flip ya bag
And make it rain
Go fuck that Nigga he a lame
No cuffin Im fuckling I ran it fast
This bitch is all in my way
To get to the cash
I do the dash on the way
To get to it fast
She fucked me good and it's wet
Lit off the gasss I fuck
All up on her bestie
Then hit the dash I'm alil toxic shit is Messy
Give me that ass bitch
Fast whips bad bitches
O yeah we poppin bandz
Get the weed and weigh it up
We make a couple bands
Hit the mall
We coppin up we spent a 100 grand
We toat them glocks
Don't play with us We shot another Man
Countin all these racks yeah im popin Out these rubber bands
Niggas want Smoke tell that nigga we can throw Sum hands
Pull up on my block get em Gone tell em come again na dont come
Alone pull up on me with a couple Friends gave ya bitch bone
Hit it good Shell be back again
We steady packin them packs im Countin racks thats on racks
I'm at the Back of back we pistol pack we dont Lack
I'm steady makin these traps im Steady breaking her back i cary weight
I dont lack tell em ya baby is back
Im in that pussy like hello kitty my Niggas we toatin blickies my bitches
They showing titties chase a bag chase
A Milli at clubs we be throwin 50s
My flow is immaculate you smoke the Weed
But im trappin it thats ya bitch
And im tappin it from the back i was Clappin it
Fast whips bad bitches
O yeah we poppin bandz
Get the weed and weigh it up
We make a couple bands
Hit the mall
We coppin up we spent a 100 grand
We toat them glocks
Don't play with us We shot another Man
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Writer(s): Shawn Henderson
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