bands fr #210 #843 ft. pklove & SkuddaBandz Lyrics

Walkin' walkin' with a stick, it's glued to my hip

She fuck with me me because she heard that I'm a pimp

I'm smokin' smokin' til my lungs go out and I go limp

He talkin' but he got no bands I don't give a shit

Nah for real, got my bands I'ma still have to flex though

She tryna get a piece of me told her you next hoe

I got too many lined up can't fit in my schedule

I'm the king of the trap bring me my medal

Yeah, like where my medal at

She off the gas pack and she don't know how to act

Come fuck with me, hoodbaby addicted to the trap

H-wood, baby, bitch, I'm from the 843

Come and fuck with me

Chucktown native bitch, I was born in the streets

Always packin' heat, me n Skudda scoring pints

New Year's Eve and I catch a flight

Up all night on these fuckin' drugs

I've been gettin' turnt, turnt, turnt till the sun comes

Boy, you so burnt up, yo ass should just give up

Yeah, yeah, bitch, you should give up

I put money on my name cuz bitch I'm a sinner

843 to 762 will rip right through ya

I put the stick in your mouth and blow blow off your madula

I-I'ma killer really nigga I feel like metal cooler

I ain't no gang beast nigga I don't smoke, no, no, no, tooka

I-I'm a money-gettin' nigga I only smoke that guwap

I'm pretty nigga stoner only smoke that, that, that moonrock

That Glock 19? They call me, call me, call me

The-the troopa