bands fr #210 #843 (feat. pklove & SkuddaBandz)

Walkin' walkin' with a stick, it's glued to my hip She f*ck with me me because she heard that I'm a pimp I'm smokin' smokin' til my lungs go out and I go limp He talkin' but he got no bands I don't give a shit Nah for real, got my bands I'ma still have to flex though She tryna get a piece of me told her you next hoe I got too many lined up can't fit in my schedule I'm the king of the trap bring me my medal Yeah, like where my medal at She off the gas pack and she don't know how to act Come f*ck with me, hoodbaby addicted to the trap H-wood, baby, bitch, I'm from the 843 Come and f*ck with me Chucktown native bitch, I was born in the streets Always packin' heat, me n Skudda scoring pints New Year's Eve and I catch a flight Up all night on these fuckin' drugs I've been gettin' turnt, turnt, turnt till the sun comes Boy, you so burnt up, yo ass should just give up Yeah, yeah, bitch, you should give up I put money on my name cuz bitch I'm a sinner 843 to 762 will rip right through ya I put the stick in your mouth and blow blow off your madula I-I'ma killer really nigga I feel like metal cooler I ain't no gang beast nigga I don't smoke, no, no, no, tooka I-I'm a money-gettin' nigga I only smoke that guwap I'm pretty nigga stoner only smoke that, that, that moonrock That Glock 19? They call me, call me, call me The-the troopa