MPR

Lyrics

[Verse1: BandGang Javar] We got money and power, but no respect for you niggas I don't fuck with you niggas, [?] these niggas Your bitch told me you slipping [?] finessing you niggas Hit your spot, we in and out, I don't feel bad for you niggas [?] scare the life out a nigga I'm getting bags under my eyes, 'cause I'm so tired of you niggas I don't fuck with new niggas, you can stop tryna [?] If you ain't talking no paper, then I ain't even gon' listen This pussy mention me, he said he on my head now We'll just pop up at your school, knock your head off You don't really want my niggas at your pop's house We [?] 5 choppers, [?] that bitch out The last niggas tried to mob, got they ass beat Talking crazy in them tweets, take a damn sеat Me and [?] got the loud, have my ass sleep Waist deep in your bitch, now that thot sleep [Verse 2 ?] [?] I got [?] You see mе out, bitch, I'm with the white buff clan Tryna finesse and get [?] we is not no hams On the phone with a ham, like it's not no scam We only toat 30's, them other niggas [?] BandGang, we the muscle, them other niggas be weak Call [?] like what up? Bro, let's get out here and eat If anybody try to reach, I'ma have to put him asleep [?] dream, my dawg Them hoes threw the pussy quicker, you should've seen my dawg At the strip throwing slips, that's a dream to y'all Tryna run off with some work, we put the beam to y'all Bitch, BandGang [Verse 3 ?] [?] money to the [?] All got extras We [?] 30 to [?] Run up in the spot and lay his ass down [?] niggas out this bitch, nigga, hands down Feel sorry for whoever try to play me Have my niggas go through them on the IV Fucked his bitch, so I guess he don't like me [?] now he wanna fight me We don't fuck with new niggas, and these groupie hoes [?] feeling like my nigga [?] Ten niggas all buff, made the bitches chose We blow bands at the mall, y'all still switching clothes [Verse 4 ?] [?] like turtles And if we fall up, we up two straps, Steve Urkel When you get a lot of love, it can turn to hate And y'all not a family if everybody ain't ate Say my grace, [?] straight, 'cause [?] Get that cake, can't wait, when you from that [?] And your mind get curupted, when you see that Rollie All 8's, make you wanna hustle and take it It all come with the game, one big ass loop around We ain't [?] up, when I say we shooting rounds [?] nigga play with us, get blew down Glock 9's already shooting when pulled out All these sneak dissers, lil nigga, don't get wet I'm with some wolves, they'll take that mink off your back 'm out getting money, I ain't worried 'bout no friends Sending shots on the beats, but we bust back