Head down, pussy pussy popping Head down, pussy popping on a handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summer-salts, cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this dick-dick getting out of

She don't dance but she dance for me She ain't even tryna get these bands from me Rollie shining, that means it's bands to get Shawty play your position, we gon' dance together Thumbin' through the bands and you dancin' I be flipping yams but I'm

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue All I know is more and more (aha) Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is) Hundred bands (yeah) Hundred bands All I know is more and more

Life's so shitty, but ain't it fuckin' great? Local bands (suck these nuts) U.s. bands (suck these nuts) Worldwide bands (suck these nuts) All you bands can suck these fuckin' nuts! I don't like a fuckin' thing! music sucks dick Suck the snot end off the

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin' Bite down, bite down It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin' Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin' I ain't even tryna talk 'cause my jaw keep lockin' She ain't tryna be a

She wit' it, she wit' it Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin' How she do that with no hands? Come through, throw her the bands In the air, like is you 'bout that action with me? Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me Learned some new

Push up, push up, push up, push up Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin' Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin' Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it Push up, push up, push up, push up on Pray to the high, for my enemies

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did

Earl on the beat Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (runnin', yeah) All the bad hoes wanna top us (yeah, yeah) Too many wild parties on the yacht (wild) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (out the yacht club) Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your

I can, I can, I can I will, I am gon' count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bitch pants I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer Percocet, molly, and xans