Rastas

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, big chops, big pot, dreadlocks, yeah Uh-huh [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ayy, light skin, dread-head, nigga on that rasta shit Bring them choppers out the closest on some monster shit Swing that bitch back and forth like I'm Rocky Lil' badass kid, I'll pop you with it Dreadlocks, big chops, this ain't Lou or Eddie Meet the Draco, the AK, and that lil' baby Slap the whole hundred, and then watch it go crazy Rain on them pussy niggas 'cause I'm so wavy Cut my baby mama off, that bitch so lazy Got the game from my Oakland niggas, make these hoes pay me Love my daughter more than me, but her mama hate me Real shit, I'm still bitter that my daddy left me My brother was my daddy growin' up, food and bless me My bitch ask me why I keep a gun next to me 'Cause, baby, 'cause these pussy niggas tryna stretch me In LA with some famous hoes, tell 'em "catch me" [Chorus] Bitch, I'm with them rastas and them dread-heads I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead Bitch gon' give me top and give my mans head Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play Bitch, I'm with them rastas and them dread-heads I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead Bitch gon' give me top and give my mans head Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] Free Rucci, RIP Perc I been blowin' all this weed, but I swear this shit hurt Thought them niggas was my mans 'til they came with that work See him comin' out of jail, put his face in the dirt (Rrah) Rasta Rasta, nigga, I am a shotta (Yeah) Clingin' to this Glock, I'm dyin' by this chopper (Yeah) Put the 40 in his mouth like some Pop Rocks Swing that Draco, niggas jumpin' like it's hopscotch (Ham) Got the Glock on my waist more than a Gucci belt Never team up with shit, nigga, I don't use the help (Nah) I'm J Allen with the Glock, let me excuse myself New name "Uncle Two Glocks," 'cause I use it well Or you can call me Tom Brady 'cause I'm accurate Oldheads say I'm the young nigga that's slappin' shit (Yeah) If she ain't comin' with no cash, I'll slap that bitch Send her on the blade, she gon' call me when the cash get in (Shred) [Chorus] Bitch, I'm with them rastas and them dread-heads I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead Bitch gon' give me top and give my mans head Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play Bitch, I'm with them rastas and them dread-heads I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead Bitch gon' give me top and give my mans head Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play [Interlude] Oh What you want from me, my nigga? What you want from me, nigga? Pull up on your block and make it hard for you niggas Hundred-round chopper make it hard for you niggas Fuck 9-11, call God for you niggas Hundred-round chopper make it hard for you niggas Hundred-round chopper make it hard for you niggas [Chorus] Bitch, I'm with them rastas and them dread-heads I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead Bitch gon' give me top and give my mans head Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play Bitch, I'm with them rastas and them dread-heads I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead Bitch gon' give me top and give my mans head Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play