q-edits 2 by Tsuruda Lyrics
[Intro: Diego Money]
Yeah, yeah
Ayy (go, go!)
[Verse 1: Diego Money]
I-I-I'm a bandman, countin' bands, man, off the kickstand (off the kickstand)
Catch me in the trap with Tay-K 47 (Tay-K 47, ayy)
Don't play with us, new Draco for my weapon (for my weapon)
Young Diego Money, but call me the jugg man (jugg, yeah)
Neck all gold (gold), know we totin' poles (pow)
.30 with the red dot, aim it at ya nose (.30's)
Look at my wrist (what), It'll leave you froze (i-)
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bow-
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bowl
One phone call and have my shooters at ya throat (brr, get 'em)
Th-they don't want smoke (no), know we love smoke (yeah)
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke (white)
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bow-
Onе phone call and have my shooters at ya throat (brr, gеt 'em)
Th-they don't want smoke (no), know we love smoke (yeah)
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke
[Verse 2: BandMan Fari]
I-I shoot the K until that mothafucka shake and smoke (grrah, grrah)
Th-these niggas talkin', niggas lame, these niggas goin', uh (what)
I put that mothafuckin' K into his fuckin' throat (huh?)
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pussy boy won't make it home (grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Tay-K]
Pop up out the cut, we get up wit' ya (gang)
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher (fact)
Fuck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger (lil bitch)
Th-th-thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her (hit her, hit her, hit her, hit her)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy (go, go!)
[Verse 1: Diego Money]
I-I-I'm a bandman, countin' bands, man, off the kickstand (off the kickstand)
Catch me in the trap with Tay-K 47 (Tay-K 47, ayy)
Don't play with us, new Draco for my weapon (for my weapon)
Young Diego Money, but call me the jugg man (jugg, yeah)
Neck all gold (gold), know we totin' poles (pow)
.30 with the red dot, aim it at ya nose (.30's)
Look at my wrist (what), It'll leave you froze (i-)
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bow-
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bowl
One phone call and have my shooters at ya throat (brr, get 'em)
Th-they don't want smoke (no), know we love smoke (yeah)
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke (white)
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bow-
Onе phone call and have my shooters at ya throat (brr, gеt 'em)
Th-they don't want smoke (no), know we love smoke (yeah)
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke
[Verse 2: BandMan Fari]
I-I shoot the K until that mothafucka shake and smoke (grrah, grrah)
Th-these niggas talkin', niggas lame, these niggas goin', uh (what)
I put that mothafuckin' K into his fuckin' throat (huh?)
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pussy boy won't make it home (grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Tay-K]
Pop up out the cut, we get up wit' ya (gang)
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher (fact)
Fuck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger (lil bitch)
Th-th-thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her (hit her, hit her, hit her, hit her)