Bandaid
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah I'm in the yam, with the fye)
(I'm in the cut, with the stick)
(Fuck)
Yeah, I'm in the yam, with the fye (with the fye)
I'm in the cut, with the sticks (sticks)
COE shit gotta stay with my blick
We ain't stressin' no ho, we ain't stressin' no bitch (fah-fah-fah)
Got big-boy Glock, tryna rip through his shit (ahh)
Bounce out the van, got 'em runnin' like Rick
Shoot double hands 'cause the Choppa got kick
Jackie Chan
G2 make a fuck nigga dance (dance)
Freak bitch suck dick two hands
She do what I say 'cause I get to the bands
Hella drums like we play for a band
I'm tryna see who outside
Black truck every time that we slide
Push-up on me worda bro you gon' die
Two deep two G's tryna blitz through they sides
(Baow-boaw-baow)
All black for the fit and it's 90 degrees
I'm boutta pull up, show 'em what that mean
XD on my hip and it hang like a sword
If not then it's tucked inna jeans
Reach for my chain you get left onna scene
Reach for my chain you get hit with dat beam
Left on the curb
I'm in the stu' and I'm fly as a bird
Let's play ball, nigga what's the word?
I got the button I'm ready to purge
If I got the button, I betchu I tap it
I'ma 'ooter I shoot through the Mackage
Make his fuckin' body do a backflip
That's a fact
Gang, I'm tryna catch me a pack
48 gang tryna
Yeah, and we droppin' the Hat
(Yeah I'm in the yam, with the fye)
(I'm in the cut, with the stick)
(Fuck)
Yeah, I'm in the yam, with the fye (with the fye)
I'm in the cut, with the sticks (sticks)
COE shit gotta stay with my blick
We ain't stressin' no ho, we ain't stressin' no bitch (fah-fah-fah)
Got big-boy Glock, tryna rip through his shit (ahh)
Bounce out the van, got 'em runnin' like Rick
Shoot double hands 'cause the Choppa got kick
Jackie Chan
G2 make a fuck nigga dance (dance)
Freak bitch suck dick two hands
She do what I say 'cause I get to the bands
Hella drums like we play for a band
I'm tryna see who outside
Black truck every time that we slide
Push-up on me worda bro you gon' die
Two deep two G's tryna blitz through they sides
(Baow-boaw-baow)
All black for the fit and it's 90 degrees
I'm boutta pull up, show 'em what that mean
XD on my hip and it hang like a sword
If not then it's tucked inna jeans
Reach for my chain you get left onna scene
Reach for my chain you get hit with dat beam
Left on the curb
I'm in the stu' and I'm fly as a bird
Let's play ball, nigga what's the word?
I got the button I'm ready to purge
If I got the button, I betchu I tap it
I'ma 'ooter I shoot through the Mackage
Make his fuckin' body do a backflip
That's a fact
Gang, I'm tryna catch me a pack
48 gang tryna
Yeah, and we droppin' the Hat
Credits
Writer(s): Mir Bucks
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