Lyrics Intro - Tay Bandz

Me and my niggas eat yall just eating 4 for 4's
We go to IHOP right before we even hit the yo
I drop a hit now niggas wanna be my fuckin' bro
After this hit yall ain't gone take me as a fuckin joke
I kept lil mama round only cuz I want her throat
Too many hoes to play games that bitch had to go
She had it all but she lost now the bitch broke
Her new nigga tryna be in my next video
I'm finna turn up on these niggas like LeBron in the 4th
What that mean? bitch Im finna be the king of the court
They try to jam my bruddah everytime he walk into court
So fuck the laws fuck the system ain't gone show no remorse
If you with me keep it real and don't ever change
If you ain't with me you against bitch I know the game
Never take no disrespect I put that on my name
And I'll never turn fake for some fuckin' fame
I want the bandz like my last name Que off in the fast lane
Marsh be off the gas mane Jay gone pull up with the drank
#1 draft pick, these niggas ain't even ranked
Flexing with ya rent money yo po' ass got no bank
Realest nigga walking boy fuck what yo bro thank
Break necks for fuck boys and you won't get no thanks
Talking wreckless bitch gimme a second call my niggas then it's up
That's what you get for fuckin' with me nigga No Tank
Cappin ass niggas and these trifling ass hoes
Sick of niggas dissin and beefin that shit old
Sick of bitches crying and shit all in they post
You know that nigga ain't shit you shoulda got with his bro
You know ya plug ain't shit my plug serve for the low
My baby ask for a band you know I can't tell her no
I get whatever she want when we ball out in the sto
And when we get to the room yeah Imma put on a show
I'm the young nigga that everbody waitin on
I don't like to kick it, bitch I stay at home
Yo ho textin on my line when she all alone
I swear to God Her number ain't saved in my phone
Hottest nigga but my neck froze wrist froze stay cold
Nobody in my business when they ask I'm like same old
Niggas hate on niggas but be fuckin' on the same hoes
Niggas think they got the juice we know that pussy paid for
I be round niggas that got it out the mud
They pullin up when I call and keep a strap like a stud
You can play if you wanna we step on you like a bug
When it's over keep it silent Wipe my shoes blood on the rug
They let lil Guss out the can Now he feel like the man
It wasn't long til' my nigga came and ran up dem bandz
Free Jabbari and boobie Imma say that shit in advance
Never give up on anything Trust me God's got a plan
Bitch I'm turnin up and I'm never turning back
Niggas ain't witcha fr and I'm learning that
Stripes on my name Yeah I'm grinding and I'm earning that
This fo that I'm pouring yeah my plug yeah he serving that
All this money
Now they watching tryna see where I'm working at
Niggas plotting when ya up
They lurking hard and we lurking back
All this money
Now they watching tryna see where I'm working at
Niggas plotting when ya up
They lurking hard and we lurking back
Shorty say she stressed out cuz her mans trippin so she started sippin
The damn bottle got ha gone now she coming home with me so I can put the tip in
We got to the room she knew what was up I ain't say shit she just started strippin'
When we got done I made the ho walk but I hit it right so she was prolly skippin'
Drank got me leaning bitch I'm still tippin
Sauce Drippin Money flippin
I know some niggas that's 7-4
I know some niggas that's still crippin
I know some shooters ridin with the 33 like Pippen
Feel like Grimey bitch come play with me
Them shots gone have you dippin