Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
Broke *****, where your cake at? (God damn)
Told her that I love her, I'm a j-cat
When this blood shed, *****, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?
Crest *****, real cut throat
*****s dissing but they unknown
Tryna find a thick ***** to **** on
Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don't bust those (*****)
You can find me where them thugs be
***** broke, you can't **** me (Can't **** me)
MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
We want funk, *****, **** peace, *****
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
*****, I done spent over 50 just to stay high
*****, all my *****s pits, not no canines
I don't give a **** about the ***** if she ain't mine
Heard you *****s was hatin' through the grapevine
*****, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
*****, this a Glock 20. not no tre five
And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy gun
KelTec with the build like a shotty pump
You *****s was a hundred deep, lil' bro was Hi-Techs
Never answer when I call, delete 'em out my contacts
Damn, this P-Lo bass serious as bomb threats
How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract?
Yeah, that **** sound good, but y'all talking non facts
Naw that ain't this, ***** this is not that
Not a dollar in they pocket, but these *****s got strap?
Don't know where you lips been, *****, we cannot match
All my *****s play their roles and I'm the ****ing top hat (*****)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
*****, I could take your ***** in my bad clothes
And ***** if I wasn't cuffed, I'd have mad hoes
And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
Who the **** these *****s think they is? Ain't got no bands
*****, and it's Strictly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
*****, and I never been that ***** that'll hold hands
*****, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham
And I'd still be that ***** if I wasn't famous
Don't give a **** about your ***** or no reputation
We all bleed, *****, jump and meet your expiration
And I be smoking Berner packs, so I be hella faded
And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man
I'ma grow, and up a bag, long as my legs can
***** I ain't switching on the gang on my dead mans
And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)