220 on the dash, car go so fast, Backpack full of bands, fuck around, buy some land
Could've bought a Jag, could've bought a Lamb You don't know my life, you don't understand
Had to boss up, take care of the fam Made the store run out of rubber bands

Come out the crib, I'm drippin' Cop me a deuce and I'm sippin
Pop me a perky, I'm itchin' These niggas be actin' like bitches
Don't run up, get hit with the blicky I heard you niggas be trickin
In the bando my niggas be whippin' All naked bitches in the kitchen

40 clip got extendo Bitch wanna play Nintendo
Take off in a Benzo Ice hangin' out the window
220 on the dash, car go so fast Backpack full of bands, fuck around, buy some land
Could've bought a Jag, could've bought a Lamb You don't know my life, you don't understand

Had to boss up, take care of the fam Made the store run out of rubber bands
Me and gang just skirt off in the track Hawk countin' hella bands
S.R.T. 750 horsepower, yeah, this shit advanced
I just went to the strip club to watch all these bitches dance

I can tell a coochie stink just by the way that she stands
Ain't even fuckin' with her, I'm just gonna pass her to my mans
You can tell I been doin' this the way I'm thumbing through these bands
Too many racks I'm showin', yeah, I got no advance

I know you wanna come and try me, but you always had the chance
220 on the dash, car go so fast Backpack full of bands, fuck around, buy some land
Could've bought a Jag, could've bought a lamb You don't know my life, you don't understand
Had to boss up, take care of the fam Made a store run out of rubber bands

220 on the dash, car go so fast Backpack full of bands, fuck around, buy some land
Could've bought a Jag, could've bought a lamb
You don't know my life, you don't understand
Had to boss up, take care of the fam Made a store run out of rubber bands