Weird - Bandgang Lonnie Bands, Sada Baby, Bandgang Masoe

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