Lyrics
Gas pack hit my lungs so taboo
Shawty I'm just talking, didn't mean to attach you
I got all these bands but I stay in a bad mood
I don't wanna talk anymore than I have to (cuz I got)
Bands in my hands, bands I'm the man
Dirty switch on the .40, hope that shit don't jam
I just tucked it in my jeans, pulling up like "fuck you mean?"
I get bands, I'm the man
I got all these bitches tripping on me all day
I can't fuck with none these niggas cuz they all fake
I just sold that pussy drank and it was all laced
Damn, blunts to the face
All them oldhead niggas hating, need to watch your fucking kids
I just went and quit my job like it was my ex bitch
Cali boy stuntin like he came from Texas
I got big dreams, getting there by spending presidents
But these bitches don't get that
He don't make money, no that's a fact
I spend bread and flip a pack
Bad hoes love me like some crack
I got all these stupid racks, keep my pockets extra fat
Why he hating when his bank anorexic, that shit is tragic
Gas pack hit my lungs so taboo
Shawty I'm just talking, didn't mean to attach you
I got all these bands but I stay in a bad mood
I don't wanna talk anymore than I have to (cuz I got bands in my-)
Faustino Cruz
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