Big rubber bands, I be poppin
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit cause Im bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then Im bouncin
I pull up hop out, I dont pop out
I got the cops out, its hot out, I got Glocks out
I up this 40 Mayweather, its a damn knock out
mumbles I aint make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something something something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
Im Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down
Its a parade here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I dont need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye cause he half went to college
I call my desert eagle Desert Storm cause we be warrin
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin
If you talking bout some millions, we be on it
Big rubber bands, I be poppin
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit cause Im bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then Im bouncin
I pull up, get that check then Im in the wind
I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins
Dont wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin this
She cant have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
Im an anti-ass nigga, I dont speak for shit
Chief So got over totin llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
I wasnt good in science but I knew my numbers
Im ballin
Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin
Big rubber bands, I be poppin
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit cause Im bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then Im bouncin