Band Pop

Riding around town, smoking racecar gas
Broke nigga screaming out, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, I'm a Buckhead tat
Drop top Jag, yeah, Southside Cat
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get it, girl

Walked in the club, it's like I fucked all these bitches
Camera phones out, broke niggas snapping pictures
Thinking to they self like, "I wanna be them niggas"
Truey sagging low, thousand dollar boxers
Bitches love my posture
In the strip club, got these bitches eating pasta
Steak, shrimp, and lobster
AK-47 got it smelling like a locker
She say she love me, but she want Dunkin number

I get so much money, I'm like comma after comma
Baby, you a monster, nicknamed her Pam
Pussy, ass, and mouth, she can do it with no hands
When them bands pop, them pants drop

Waka Flock

Riding around town, smoking racecar gas
Broke nigga screaming out, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, I'm a Buckhead tat
Drop top Jag, yeah, Southside Cat
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get it, girl

Riding around town, smoking racecar gas

Broke nigga screaming out, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, I'm a Buckhead tat
Drop top Jag, yeah, Southside Cat
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get it, girl

Octane fuel, '93

Racecar gas, ride with me

Shout you, lying to me
He ain't got jet lag, ain't hiring me
Nobody guard, riding like the government with Doublemint

Twin getting head, man, I swear I need a double dick
Double clit, diamond Fruity Pebbles, Barney Rubble shit
I be getting geeked, throwed off on some other shit
In the hood, fucking with them scums and them parasites
Sipping lean got a nigga feeling like it's paradise
Call Flock, I just had a threesome with a pair of dykes
2Pac, picture me rolling like a pair of dice
Long clip, you can get it all, I'm the sharing type
Nigga get it wrong, Glock 40 raised the Fahrenheit
Dunk

Riding around town, smoking racecar gas
Broke nigga screaming out, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, I'm a Buckhead tat
Drop top Jag, yeah, Southside Cat
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get it, girl

Riding around town, smoking racecar gas

Broke nigga screaming out, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, I'm a Buckhead tat
Drop top Jag, yeah, Southside Cat
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
When the band pop, them pants drop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get it, girl