Banned from the Club

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Can't follow no nigga, I ain't never meet my pops Red dots all on him, he'll think he had the chicken pox Beef, I nicknamed it Chaz Put little bruh on you, then you know that's your ass Closed caskets, you little dumb motherfucker Flexing ice, throwing bands, catch me at the Rucker Money talks, nigga, call me Chris Tucker Run up on me, then you a dead motherfucker You know my company, Brick Squad Monopoly They love our fucking swag, why these pussies copy me? All in VIP, I'm trying to smoke about a keyHe could say anything, don't put your hands on me Waka Flocka [Chorus: Slim Dunkin] We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead Bands on bands on bands on me Grams on grams on grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Bet nann nigga put they hands on me Bands on bands on bands on me Grams on grams on grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Bet nann nigga put they hands on me [Verse 2: Yung Joey] Skinny jeans, my rubberbands don't fit That's your girl? I'll take that bitch Discussed her head with my dogs On a scale of one to ten, rate that bitch Send her back to your ass with a new bag and a new swag Have her talking back and shit like you dad, now you mad Sour D, I'm feeling good Squad on deck, I wish a nigga would Get your drama like the DJ Take turns stomping on that ass like a relay I'm getting head on the freeway Bad yellow thing bobbing her head like a DJ This pimping shit is easy I'm popping, bro, we popular, them bitches do what we say [Chorus: Slim Dunkin] We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead Bands on bands on bands on me Grams on grams on grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Bet nann nigga put they hands on me Bands on bands on bands on me Grams on grams on grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Bet nann nigga put they hands on me [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] Drinks of the pink, can't think on that stink Back-to-back swishers, eyes low when I blink Blowing doja on the dolo, ain't posing for no photo Keep a bad bitch hunched-back, Quasimodo Solo in the photo, strapped with a .44 Nigga jump stupid, knock the horse off your polo Bullets bouncing, pogo, rob me, that's a no go Nigga, this the squad, Flocka Flame and Lil JoJo Dunk [Chorus: Slim Dunkin] We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head, couple bands, you'd be dead Bands on bands on bands on me Grams on grams on grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Bet nann nigga put they hands on me Bands on bands on bands on me Grams on grams on grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Bet nann nigga put they hands on me