Lyrics: MFO AMOOK
I gotta go go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent
I gotta go go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
I Gotta get bread i gotta pay rent
I’m sick of not having no bread in my pocket
I jug down the street and I’m uppin my rocket
Talk on the net then you know that we slidin
Big ks extensions you know how we ridin
smoke up them fags like them Brits wit tobacco
We just hit that lick 30 bricks out chicago
broke in all they bandos we stole all they bronzes
You don’t need no keyta break into no condos
im lil houdini these bitches lil john does
yalready know i been dealt wit they mommas
I had them bitches commando them damn hoes
Can’t cap tho they get my clip sprayin like rambo
Pop em like perckys don’t care bout no damn hoe
ya momma yo aunty yo sisters some damn hoes
street fighter 4 hit they shit super combo
9 in my pants just like I’m rajon rondo
I gotta go go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent
I gotta go go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
I Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent
I walk wit a mop
Walk like a lick you can see what I rock
Undo my belt and she suck on my cock
she keep sucking my dick cuz I told her dont stop
Im boutta shoot her but this aint no Glock
She got a fat ass like a double wide stock
Pour out some lean now she sippin on wok
She get your addy then give me the drop
Matter of minutes and im at your spot
Lettin off 30 shots right at your top
Hood call me chopper cuz I keep a chop
You like to talk I aint like that I pop
I do the job then I skrt off the lot
Smokin on runtz come tap into my shop
I love my guap
I love my guap
I love my gap bitch so you just a dummy thot
… still in the trenches so I tote my gun a lot
Playboy new mags a lot I shoot my gun a lot
Ill pop it all night I never get tired
Boy you a chicken your ass in the fryer
You bust it less than nick can in Mariah
Dont want no smoke then dont play with no fire
Im in the booth by myself with no writer
In a new coupe got it cash now im gone
Someone tell Bari I need some vlone
someone tell cheech - im ****in stoned
So ****in slumped off these chops out the bong
Im in the stu while the gang get you gone
Im in the stu while the gang get you gone I said im in the stu while the gang get you gone
I gotta go go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent
I gotta go go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
I Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent
Real shit I’m real smart I be trappin real hard I got bills to pay off I’m in college
You ain’t hearin these bars Cuz you ain’t from the yard You move like a retard I’m a scholar
You got no knowledge
I got some commas
You tryna run it
Get met by my llama
I’m reppin my set and we steppin on necks cuz our measure success count on stackin these checks
You might do it alright but I do it the best
Blunts to the face always smoke never stress
Dont move like you got it just move wit finesse
That’s why they bitches get put in a dress
Bro homegrow top shelf but my kush reek the best
We walked the same trenches we learned how to step cuz you stuck where we from til you cook up some bread
Roll with the set up the poles make em wet
We don’t ever stress we be stackin up checks cuz we sell it for more and we get it for less pł
That’s the finesse
Pull up to the saks
I get some Tommys then I’m out the door your bitch always be callin my phone boutta blow out her back
she in adidas im in my bape tracks
assault when i beat it i make that shit clap
i moved out the projects by steppin on packs and i swear to god I wouldn’t take nothin back
20 years straight I woke up every day got my ass off the couch and I went right to work
To be real frank might’ve frauded the bank a few times I like countin digits like a nerd
I gotta go gotta go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent
I gotta go gotta go get the bands
I got a 40 it weigh down my pants
I gotta spray it at you and your mans
I Gotta get bread cuz I gotta pay rent