band talk - chasnbandz lyrics
they don’t like that
beat it beat it
gone take that
skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt
gotta stay under
uh youngin
gone
look li’l baby what it do
bite down on a b*tch like my name jimmy choo
my b*tches be with b*tches they all come in a crew
im ballin on these n*ggas but swear i don’t hoop
usually to the neck but you might catch me wit a few
b*tch i’m hard headed
off two percs and a four trying to keep the car steady (skrrrt, skrrrt, skrrrt)
ive been tryin’ to kick the cup but my stomach won’t let me (d*mn)
narcs bent the block in a all black chevy (there go them people)
gotta tuck strap you know sh*t get iffy (what the f*ck)
if i ain’t got it on i know sleep got it with him (got that sh*t)
i call this glock a b*tch cause it came with a titty
ain’t talking minaj but lil bro this a nikki
why these n*ggas speakin like we won’t get on that
everytime my n*ggas score its a dome check
just buried a few poles about to but sum mo straps
and if it’s up i’ll bring it to yo doorstep (to yo doormat)
wit two straps got me feeling like max (feeling like that)
she just want me to beat it like mike jack
don’t bring yo b*tch around a n*gga cauase i might sn*tch
i’ve been beaten up that road i ain’t sitting in no trap
oooh*wee i gotta stay low key (gotta stay under)
i’ve been playing wit them straps since i was fourteen (uh youngin)
all i need is a address to send it ot (gone)
i ain’t worried about no beef cuz that sh*t just protein
f*ck a co sign i just want some codeine (syrup)
at half time we gone shoot up yo whole team
i needs mine h*ll naw you can’t owe me (b*tch)
but if you do n*gga then i need that (run that)
im gone if she ain’t paying i don’t need s*x
before you slide through my hood get a screen check (come here)
been busting down these bag i ain’t sold cream yet (n*gga)
but i still show the dope fiends love (on gang)
we got new skits we ain’t speaking on them old ones
ain’t in a band but we got a few drums
hands on we like to abuse them
drill a n*gga while i’m listen to my music (ha)
i’m a loose screw so i gotta keep a tool kit
some sh*t you can’t speak on you got to prove it (for real)
been shipping p’s but i started with a few zips
and if it’s up i’ll bring it to yo doorstep (to yo doormat)
wit two straps got me feeling like max (feeling like that)
she just want me to beat it like mike jack
don’t bring yo b*tch around a n*gga cauase i might sn*tch
i’ve been beaten up that road i ain’t sitting in no trap
oooh*wee i gotta stay low key (gotta stay under)
i’ve been playing wit them straps since i was fourteen (uh youngin)
all i need is a address to send it ot (gone)
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