[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Can't follow no n***a I ain't never meet my pops
Red dots all on him he done think he had the chicken pox
Beef, I nicknamed it chaz put lil bruh on you then you know that's your a**
Closed caskets little dumb mother f**er
Flexing ice, throwing bands, catch me at the rucker
Money talk n***a, call me Chris Tucker
Run up on me then you a dead mother f**er
You know my company Bricksquad Monopoly
They love our f**ing swag why these pussies copy me
All in VIP im trying to smoke about a key
He can say anything don't put your hands on me
[Hook]
We banned from the club, security guards scared
Bands on your head couple bands you be dead [x2]
I got bands and bands and bands on me
Grams and grams and grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Dare nare n***a put they hands on me. [x2]
[Verse 2: Yung Joey]
... rubberbands don't fit
That's your girl I'll take that b**h
... on a scale of one to ten rate that b**h
Send her back to your a** with a new bag and a new swag
Have her talking back and sh** like you did now you mad
Sour d, im feeling good
Squad on deck, I wish a n***a would
Get your drama like the dj
Take turns stompin on that a** like a relay
Im getting head on the freeway
Bad yellow thing bobbin her head like a dj
Yeah, this pimpin sh** is easy
Im poppin bro we popular them b**hes do what we say
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
Drinks of the pink, can't think on that stink
Back to back swishers eyes low when I blink
Blowin' dojer on the dolo, ain't posing for no photo
Keep a bad b**h humpback quazimoto
Solo in the photo scrap with a 44
n***a jump stupid knock the horse off your polo
Bullets bouncing, pogo. Rob me that's a no go
n***a this the squad, flocka flame, and lil jo jo
[Hook]