I-I-In a drop top lookin' for the opps
And I'm with yo' boo, pull the bands off the lot
And I'm go, I'll never ever stop
And I'm with yo' boo, pull the bands off the lot
(Pull the bands off the lot)
Pull-pull the bands off the lot
A-and I'm with yo' boo, pull the bands off the lot
(Pull the bands off the lot)
Pull-pull the bands off the lot
And I'm with yo' boo
She doin' the team though
In the back I be countin' up them green dough
Off these drugs, man, I'm feelin' like a fiend though
556s, man, they goin' through yo' peephole
Gotta lay my steel low
Still countin' up the green dough
Choppa really gotta beam though
Movin' with my niggas like amigos
He thought it was done, skippin' the state on the run, yeah
Niggas actin' like my son, yeah
Choppa cook him like a bun, yeah
Niggas thinkin' that they won, yeah
Leave a lil ho sprung, yeah
Zeke gon' bring out the drum, yeah
Heard you bitchin', nigga, you a bum, yeah
He dead
'Cause that boy tried to fuck with the bread
AR put a hole in ya chest
Talk my shit when I step, oh
I-I-In a drop top, lookin' for the opps
And I'm with yo' boo, pull the bands off the lot
And I'm on go, I'll never ever stop
And I'm with yo' boo, pull the bands off the lot
(Pull the bands off the lot)
Pull-pull the bands off the lot
A-and I'm with yo' boo, pull the bands off the lot
(Pull the bands off the lot)
Pull-pull the bands off the lot
And I'm with yo' boo
Double-O, bitch