Rastas

[Intro]
Ay, ay, big chops, [big pot?], dreadlocks, yeah
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ay, 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 wit' it
Dreadlocks, big chops, this ain't Lou or Eddie
Meet the Draco, the AK, and that Lil baby
Slap the whole hunnid, 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 blessings?]
My bitch ask me why I keep a gun next to me
Because, baby, 'cause these pussy niggas tryna stretch me
In L.A. with some famous hoes, tell 'em "catch me"

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone]
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' outta jail, put his face in the dirt
Rasta Rasta, nigga I am a shotta
Clingin' to this Glock, I'm dyin' by this chopper
Put the .40 in his mouth like some Pop Rocks
Swing that Draco, niggas jumpin' like it's hopscotch
Got the Glock on my waist more than a Gucci belt
Never team with up shit, nigga I don't use the help
I'm Jay out here 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
Old heads say I'm the young nigga that's slappin' shit
If she ain't comin' with no cash, I'ma slap that bitch
Send her on the [blade?], she gon' call me when the cash get in

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone]
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

[Outro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ohhhhhh
What you want from me, my nigga?
What you want from a nigga?
Pull up on your block and make it hard for you niggas
Runnin' 'round chopper make it hard for you niggas
Fuck 9-11, call God for you niggas
Hundred rounds gonna make it hard for you niggas
Hundred rounds gonna make it hard for you niggas

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone]
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