Da$h - Wu Banga lyrics

[Hook: RetcH x2] All my n***as drinking, smoking, f**ing b**hes, getting money Throw ya hands up in the air my dealers and they f**ing druggies All my n***as drinking, smoking, f**ing b**hes, getting money Throw ya hands up in the air my trappers and their f**ing custies [Verse 1: RetcH] Wake up in the morning take a hot one Going hard n***a 'til the cops come And these motherf**ing bands and my polo down'd stance In the car and I think I might box one High as f** with the windows up Got dirty dirty in that sippy cup n***a f** a sprite and f** a 7-Up n***a mix that sh** with some fruit punch Purple punch got me sipped out Knocked out on Freddie Gibbs couch Smoking on a codeine blunt Plenty purple kisses for your b**h mouth Shouts out n***a Da$H, he be turnt up Shouts out Shorty K, he be turnt up n***a know me, I be turnt up n***a and we finna take your b**h out I'ma eat all that b**h food Bring all my friends to that b**h house I'ma ash where the f** I want Smoking hella weed on that b**h couch Look her in the eyes like, 'b**h what's good?' Acting like she ain't know n***as was hood All up in the sh** like I pays the bills Ash on the couch so she know it's real [Hook: RetcH x2] All my n***as drinking, smoking, f**ing b**hes, getting money Throw ya hands up in the air my dealers and they f**ing druggies All my n***as drinking, smoking, f**ing b**hes, getting money Throw ya hands up in the air my trappers and their f**ing custies [Verse 2: Da$H] I'm Sosa, you n***as more like Casper Gomez and the Diaz brothers Ride through your wifey crib, clog her toilet up with double rubbers Dick head, live to really ditch feds, ginger bread be stacked Bread, loaves of it see sh** I'm f**ing loaded Roll the dope up b**h, you know I'm tryna smoke it sh** I'm roasting got me floating and my third eye fully open Yelling f** illuminati, riding shotty up La Brea Ave Aiming at a copper badge, dreams that I constantly have Of raping the system, rather see me in prison than make it Want it I take it, lobster tail and steak on my plate Just the Don in me, crew teflon, they think of harming me So many d** up in my system I feel like a moving pharmacy Say I got a problem, solve it, live it 'til I'm in my coffin Lay some boomers out in Austin, never mind because I lost it I'm f**ing bossing, yeah, yeah, yeah so Yeah so, yeah so, yeah so, yeah so, yeah so, yeah so [Hook: RetcH x2] All my n***as drinking, smoking, f**ing b**hes, getting money Throw ya hands up in the air my dealers and they f**ing druggies All my n***as drinking, smoking, f**ing b**hes, getting money Throw ya hands up in the air my trappers and their f**ing custies