Stilo We$ - Wristband MF (feat. C9 Savo) Lyrics

She gon' f*ck for them bands
Molly make a bitch dance
That's a AP no wristband
All up on a bitch hand
I got big beans and a brick man
I don't really hit fans
But I'ma get in her pants
I'ma clean up her stance
I'ma see what she bout
I'ma buss her to sleep, got that girl on a rope
I'ma beat up that block, I'ma f*ck up the street
I'ma hit up them folks
Real bitch, good throat
Ice cold, I'm colder
Good lean boy I po'd up a good fo
Got me movin too slow
Came up watch the glow on me
AP ice show on me
Boy I slick got ya hoe on me
No cap big blower on me
Boy I f*cked up them racks
Big bands big sacks
Fat ass nice tats
Can't f*ck with these gnats
I'ma just hit that hoe one time
Two times if it's fat
Told her lil bitch I'm in my prime
And I'm in the pack
Ya'll lil niggas talmbout ya'll slime
Ya'll niggas ain't slat, ya'll niggas gettin wacked
Ya'll niggas ain't rappin bout that
Got shawty f*ckin her patnas still too f*cked up wait
I'm off this pill and exotic fill my cup up, aye
I been on these drugs too long
She got me rock hard bitch I'm stoned
Made me nut by the way she moan
When we through hoe don't call my phone
Came through with a kilo lick
On god me and Stilo lit
Threw ya hoe on some free throw shit
Real bosses we don't see yo shit
One song on god we rich
Gang member I'ma talk my shit
Big dog I don't walk no pits
I saw Stilo with a popular bitch and I told em
She gon' f*ck for them bands
Molly make a bitch dance
That's a AP no wristband
All up on a bitch hand
I got big beans and a brick man
I don't really hit fans
But I'ma get in her pants
I'ma clean up her stance
I'ma see what she bout
I'ma buss her to sleep, got that girl on a rope
I'ma beat up that block, I'ma f*ck up the street
I'ma hit up them folks
Real bitch, good throat
Ice cold, I'm colder
Good lean boy I po'd up a good fo
Got me movin too slow
Double F on the frame
Make her wet one glance
Make it rain keep the change
Double C wristband
And I'll pull up shawty if you tryna party
I'll give you a chance
Don't f*ck with iCarly
She boot of the molly
I wanna see you dance
She brought a friend and her friend brought a friend
They all do it no hands mmm
My diamonds on usher, my diamonds on breezy
Look how them hoes dance mmm
I just threw ya rent on my teeth
She greet me good throat no teeth
Put it in portrait so I can see it
Shit ain't no cap this ain't for TV
Hatin ass nigga dont give a f*ck about ya
Name in they mouth get spinned like washer
F*ckin with these lames she ain't know how to ride
Start f*ckin with me she got real good posture
Real hood bitch but she still talk proper
Aye, damn
Real good gas if you tryna go shoppin
Keep the pussy tight but the head game sloppy
Mmmm, mmm
She know I'm different my life get explicit
Mmm mm
New whip off the lot, I rev up the engine
Mmm, mmmm
Shine so bright I blind my dentist
Mm, mmmmm
Turn lil shawty to a fan
She gon' f*ck for them bands
Molly make a bitch dance
That's a AP no wristband
All up on a bitch hand
I got big beans and a brick man
I don't really hit fans
But I'ma get in her pants
I'ma clean up her stance
I'ma see what she bout
I'ma buss her to sleep, got that girl on a rope
I'ma beat up that block, I'ma f*ck up the street
I'ma hit up them folks
Real bitch, good throat
Ice cold, I'm colder
Good lean boy I po'd up a good fo
Got me movin too slow