Bandage

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Damn, Ricky, you're looking motherfucking sharp

Man

Man, that's hard

Bitch, she bad like Marilyn Manson

Throw these ones and she dancing

Catch your boy, hold him for ransom

If these chopper bullets scrape him, oh, he gon' need more than a bandage

Chopper hit his block, he gon' dance like he Prancing

That's an opp

On my block, it's on my Glock

Don't play with my top

No exaggeration, it's 100 shots

Calling a thot to get off my rock

And the stick sound like an 808 knocking

And the stick sound like an 808 knocking

And the stick sound like an 808 knocking

This ho so bad, she so classy

Ain't no if, ands, or buts about it

That strap on me, you know I ain't doing no lacking

I ain't seen no bodies pop up

I know y'all ain't doing no clapping

And I'm telling you, I ain't playing no jokes

I pull this fire, these niggas ain't laughing

And shе talking about she ain't gonna choke, but I put this dick in her mouth, shе gagging

And this bitch a headache, she make me sick, I might need an aspirin

And I'm tired of sparing these niggas, I'm going to go ahead and toe tag it

And I'm tired of all the subliminals, pussy nigga acting

Pussy boy

Could have been caught that ho, she a freak bitch

And I'm saying through that shit like it's acrylic

Y'all the fuck boys only worry about critics

Y'all the only boys acting like a bitch, bitch

Bitch, she bad like Marilyn Manson

Throw these ones and she dancing

Catch your boy, hold him for ransom

If these chopper bullets scrape him, oh, he gon' need more than a bandage

Chopper hit his block, he gon' dance like he Prancing

That's an opp

On my block, it's on my Glock

Don't play with my top

No exaggeration, it's 100 shots

Calling a thot to get off my rock

And the stick sound like an 808 knocking

And the stick sound like an 808 knocking

And the stick sound like an 808 knocking