Red Pints (30 Bands)

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo) Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus] I got like thirty bitches, now I need like thirty bands That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan I'm with the gang and we getting money Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah) And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah) Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah [Verse 1] Niggas they wildin', wildin' (Wildin') Bitches they wildin', wildin' (Wildin') And she say she want me, I like it (I like it) She givin' me neck, she excited Shit, I ain't gon' lie, kinda like it (Yeah) After this, tell her she mine, like, ayy VLONE shovel, finna dig his grave Bad bitch wanna fuck but she still gotta pay [Chorus] I got like thirty bitches, now I need like thirty bands That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan I'm with the gang and we getting money Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah) And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah) Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah I got like thirty bitches, now I need like thirty bands That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan I'm with the gang and we getting money Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that And all these feds don't want no comeback Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah [Bridge] Nah, nah, nah, nah (Run that back, Turbo) Nah, nah, nah, nah (Wheezy outta here) [Verse 2] Goin' up, how could I fall? Goin' up, how could I fall? Young nigga really finna ball Fuckin' in the spot, L.O.L Say you gettin' money, put it on a scale Summer, she get burnt, in the winter she get pale Shippin' out a pack through the motherfuckin' mail If drippin' was a crime, nigga, I would go to jail I humble a nigga, he think he gon' go up I go to the DMV, nigga gon' load up 2017, like "Tecca won't blow up" Keep that same energy, nigga gon' glow up Now I speak Guapenese, bad bitches toppin' me, fuck niggas off me, yeah Ain't nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me Yeah, angelic, it's a part of me Yeah, bad bitches, it's a part of me Countin' all this green, it's a part of me What's the money? Fuck around and make it company [Chorus] I got like thirty bitches, now I need like thirty bands That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan I'm with the gang and we getting money Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah) And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah) Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah I got like thirty bitches, now I need like thirty bands That nigga hating but he was a fan, ayy Got your bitch, she on my body and she is a fan I'm with the gang and we getting money Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah) And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah) Pack a nigga like a lunch-pack Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah [Outro] Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah Run that back, Turbo Wheezy outta here