a song that has every genre possible

I got bands in the

I got bands in the

I got bands in the

I got bands in the

I got bands in the

I got bands in the

I got bands-

Bands, bands, bands, bands

Yuh, me and monk throw it up

Bet I'm gon pour up

B.B Simon on my waist

VV diamonds they cut up your face

Yeah, riding the Cadillac truck on the range

We play with the sticks and we get to the motherfuckin' bands

Motherfucka throw up your hands!

I ain't playin' with no bitch

cuz you is just a pet

Poppin it all like some bottles in the club

Bitch I'm the Ace stay throwing a dub

On some mean shit you is a scrub

Yeah yeah, this beat got every genre

We ain't had shit, but it ain't no problem

I get the money regardless

Ten toes down, I stay lookin' flawless (fuck!)

Uh, I knew I had a couple different problems

I knew that shit was up for grabs, but I had rile em'

I spin the block

Spin the block, spin the block

Spin the block, spin the block

I never had a problem

And if you come back here today I promise there won't be tomorrow

I let these flames come up

We break that ice, no we don't drown in sorrow

And if you got a problem

we can't talk about it

let's get down to business

let's get-

Ouuuuuuuuouuuuuuuohhhhh

Ouuuuuuouuuuuuuuuohhhhhhh (don't let gooo tonight)

Ouuuuuuuuouuuuuuuohhhhh (checka, checka, checka)

Ouuuuuuouuuuuuuuuohhhhhhh

Ouuuuuuuuouuuuuuuohhhhh

Ouuuuuuouuuuuuuuuohhhahhhhhhh

Don't let go, tonight

I'm so alone, tonight

I don't want to die

I'm on top tonight..

Noooooonoooooouuuuuouuuuuuahhhh