Im Just Saying

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Biggs] (Bands made this, period) Ayy, ayy Come on, now [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Fuck the fame, I just want the money, I need every dollar (Every dollar) Shoes cost me five-fifty like the fifth power (Doin' math) In the crib gettin' head while I'm watchin' Power She suck me sloppy, spent an hour, I need me a shower [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] Pop his collar 'bout them dollars, we want every problems Got the syrup by the lows, but this ain't ain't your mama Bad bitch, good pussy, good head like she a scholar Run with killers, gorillas, taliban Osama [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] Four pounds of twenties, I can make a nightstand Your pape' shorter than a cancer patient lifespan Voted for Trump, and my mama still mad After what I made, he damn near my best friend [Verse 4: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, hold the chop with the right, steer with the left hand I ain't never had no black and white, huh, I'm a deaf man Can't sleep at night, man, I keep dreamin' 'bout them raid vans Come get your taper right, nigga, I'm known for really shaving grams [Verse 5: BandGang Biggs] Ayy, ayy, I'm just sayin' You walk around mad all day, go get some friends (Go get some friends) Old lady come and cop them grams, call her grams I'm that nigga that you niggas rappin' like, bitch, I'm him Head so disgustin', whip like a bucket Sick to your stomach 'cause your bitch out here stuffin' Nigga, quit cuffin' if the bitch out here fuckin' My nigga sent a brick to the crib and I stomped it [Verse 6: BandGang Masoe] Fuck is that? (Who that?) If I don't know you, then I'm clutchin' (Indeed) Make the wrong move, then you're through, I'm bustin' Lil' bro get that stick in every club, it's no discussion (No debate) I ain't even fucked the bitch, I told her how she bustin' (Yeah) Came up from nothin' (From nothin') Sometimes I can't believe it, they was happy that they score We score right back, it ain't cheap (It ain't cheap) I stopped believing God when I started sellin' to the preacher (Huh?) He want war, we'll beat ya, to everywhere we'll meet ya, motherfucker (Money, money) [Verse 7: BandGang Javar] Take the stick everywhere like that weird old Ed, Edd n Eddy Look in the opps' yard, we the reason you see them teddies With fifty on me, I'll put a hundred on you, I'm petty You can see I got that cake, I'm fat as hell, got a belly Me and my bitch been countin' fifty on the way home Still got fifty left to count, we in the Jag' blowed Blowin' gelato, I'm too hot to dodge the potholes Had to recount it, fives fell all on the back floor [Verse 8: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, pass me the other scale, this the one I weigh crack on Uh, nigga, where your cheese? You ain't 'bout your C.R.E.A.M., boy, you lactose I can teach you how to fall off and get back on Huh, like I'm sellin' windshields, this a glass phone Yeah, I'm rollin' with the ice like I got skates on God, can You bring back the pagers and the pay phones? I still scam, scam, and I got them gram, grams of them Flintstones And I just spent your rapper Vans on a Benzo How shinin' like tall, my brothers like a disco I just lost my best friend and my dog from Frisco's So we want all the beef, nigga, like Del Frisco's An opp die every other week, we pissin' on they headstones Hit him with big four or he gon' twist like some dreadlocks My killers puttin' niggas in the box like some dead stocks Peep the family, throw my peoples 'bows and we got the rock How the fuck we in the same boat? This a bust yacht