[Pre-Chorus]
I said too bad you ain't got no bands, and she give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with the low grams shawty let me down I was all broken
I said too bad, you ain't got no bands, shawty give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with low grams, shawty let me down I was all broken
[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
I pull up in a coupe, when you left me, I was stressin' ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feelin', I'mma blame it on you
Unappreciated, I'mma shit right on you
Nigga word to my blood, nigga word to my
[Verse 1]
I ain't never crying to a bitch, 45. nigga, no lacking like a bitch
Runnin' my city, who the fuck you tryna diss? And I be that lil nigga runnin' 'round with the fucking blick
I done cut 5 niggas thats all about a bitch, I done got 5 bands then flexed up on that bitch
I got out the streets, nigga they all up in the mix, got a grip, my niggas ain't playin' with a bitch
I get your bloodshot look at the headlights riding that foreign got it, suicide red dot, he got a red dot, if he talkin' that nigga a dead opp, bitch I don't give a fuck about a fed I
Grab the blicky, my nigga gon' lay 'em out
[Pre-Chorus]
I said too bad you ain't got no bands, and she give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with the low grams shawty let me down I was all broken
I said too bad, you ain't got no bands, shawty give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with low grams, shawty let me down I was all broken
[Chorus]
I pull up in a coupe, when you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feelin', I'mma blame it on you
Unappreciated, I'mma shit right on you
Nigga word to my blood, nigga word to my
[Post-Chorus]
Got a freaky bitch, call her exotic, and she slurping my kids like Colada
Want to take all this shit, and narcotics, I don't fuck with that shit, I'm a artist
If I don't feel that lil bitch, kick her out it, I just made twenty bands off, of recording
You try finesse me, I'm takin' your money, I caught that nigga right up in the alley
[Verse 2]
Bitch I go stupid, brazy, go retarded, ask me no question nigga, I ain't start it
All that designer on her, yeah I bought it, it don't mean shit I left her broken hearted
Linked up another shawty out of state, kicking these niggas right up in they place
Kaliber shoot a nigga in his face, hitting the jets, he runnin' from the jakes
[Pre-Chorus]
I said too bad you ain't got no bands, and she give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with the low grams shawty let me down I was all broken
I said too bad, you ain't got no bands, shawty give me good top, with no hands
'Member standing at the corner with low grams, shawty let me down I was all broken
[Chorus]
I pull up in a coupe, when you left me, I was stressin', ain't know what to do
And the pain I'm feelin', I'mma blame it on you
Unappreciated, I'mma shit right on you
Nigga word to my blood, nigga word to my
[Post-Chorus]
Got a freaky bitch, call her exotic, and she slurping my kids like Colada
Want to take all this shit, and narcotics, I don't fuck with that shit, I'm a artist
If I don't feel that lil bitch, kick her out it, I just made twenty bands off, a recording
You try finesse me, I'm takin' your money, I caught that nigga right up in the alley
