.40 Lyrics

Back back, got a big .40 in my fucking pants

Baby I just wanna talk could give a fuck bout

Your mans

I been gettin' money lately, you can tell by

My stance

Margiela hurting my feet rubber bands hurting my hands

If I pop a rubber band, that bitch better dance

Fuck yo trash ass music throw the lil' shit in the can

Told me I won't go be nothin' but bitch, look where I am

Theses hating ass niggas be mad, cause they bitch know I'm the man

These hating ass niggas be burned up

These niggas just mad I'm turned up

You can come get this shit if you wanna

These niggas be bums go sit in the corner

Finna blow up like my name osama

And you not my son but I'm fucking yo momma

And I'm not her dad but she calling' me father

And I can get that, whenever I wanna

Back back, got a big .40 in my fucking pants

Baby I just wanna talk could give a fuck bout

Your mans

I been gettin' money lately, you can tell by

My stance

Margiela hurting my feet rubber bands

Hurting my hands

If I pop a rubber band, that bitch better dance

Fuck yo trash ass music throw that lil' shit in the can

Told me I won't go be nothing but bitch, look where I am

These hating ass niggas be mad, cause they bitch know I'm the man