Lyrics Weird - Bandgang Lonnie Bands, Sada Baby, Bandgang Masoe

Weird

Lonnie pimpin' bitches, think he weird, ayy
I been fuckin' bitches with my beard, ayy
Drinkin' Qualitest, not no beer, ayy
Pour another four up, nigga, cheers, ayy
Bro just caught a body, ain’t get no tear, ayy
Pourin' Moet out like it’s beer
Hey, I been fuckin' this nigga mama here for years, hoo
I just got a chopper from my peers, ho
Finna shoot an opp, not no deer, huh
Sada got the drake, 'bout to scuba dive
Lonnie flex on hoes like Lex Lugar now
Mas' leanin' hard, think he tryna commit suicide
Ain’t no doors on my whip 'less they suicide
I get money now, I used to get scrutinized
And I’ll make a nigga bitch get her tubes tied
Ooh, make his bitch stuff these pills on this smooth ride
Look in her eyes, told the bitch she got the juice now
Yeah, bitch, I’m the truth, I’m the proof, huh
Yeah, free D, fuck 12, RIP Proof, huh
Lil' bitch didn’t go to Yale, had the truth, huh
Shoot my gun, not no ones, you a fool, huh?
I got two pounds of Runtz in the booky-bag
Nigga probably mad at gang 'cause we took his cash
Ooh, we sold his ass a Rollie and we took it back
And I’ma cut the next pack with the Ex-Lax
She know I’ma hit it right 'cause I left a bag
Huh, kissed her in the mouth, her lil' sexy ass
She went and told all her friends, her lil' messy ass
Send my bitch at the nigga with his trickin' ass
Huh, take that nigga Rollie, we gon' do the dash
Try to play me out my paper, I do your ass
Skip school, kept a tool, still good at math
Niggas actin' like my jurors, need to get a bag
Boy, you ain’t foolin', lil' nigga, that’s a tick Rollie
Sock a nigga right up in his mouth like I’m Mick Follie
Skinny Rockstar jeans but you know them strips on me
This an MJ Glock but it got Ginobili (Woah)
Know I’m probably goin' to Hell, chop left him hole-y (Woah)
Bitch, I live by the motto if I show, I’m blowin'
Like tell your bitch that I like her, lick her pussy slowly
Masked up, mankind, I Geronimo him
That nigga lame, I ain’t lyin', so I gotta ho him
Rockstar jogger suit, chopper rock and roll him
PK say he got some Wockhardt, Waka Flocka four me
Make your block look like Die Hard if Young Sada on it, huh
Just know we 'bout to score if Big Lonnie on it, ooh, ayy
Two-tone forty, it got bodies on it
And your bitch doin' the dougie, ladi-dadi on her, ooh, ayy
Threw her on the pole, not no money on her
Lil' bitch say come over and I came on her
R. Kelly on that bitch, I might rain on her
Need my money in all hundreds, not no money order
Leave the bank, a nigga can smell that money odor
Hit your bitch in the head, fuck up her weak closure
Put your ass on the news, let you get the exposure
Pull up to the candlelight, shootin' niggas' soldiers, money