Rocaine - Ham lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Yo b**h messy FYI I'm the n***a she been texting Super ham you saving hoes been running to they rescue Reverend, need the collection plate cause I'm a blessing Ain't friendly, if you ain't tryna f** then why you texting Straight finessing, you ain't tryna flip your cash why you text me You think this a scam b**h you guessed it Feds been watching me like channel 2 I feel the pressure Momma told me go and get a job gave me a lecture I been stressing, but n***as on my head keep me laughing The movies AMC the only time you seen some action Say they don't really see us in them cars they need some gla**es Gla**es, n***as say they snatched em they be acting Back to your wifey she a runner me and Biggs already f**ed her Your man's told you she was on this dick but you trust her Disgusting, she just want a picture in the Buffies BandGang we sh**ting on these n***as we need Huggies [Verse 2: Paid Will] These hoes, they be f**ing with some hams it's the BandGang baby get a n***a with some bands This n***a starving, walking around looking like Marvin in them Chargers behind tint, b**h I'ma baller These hams, thank God for em though [?] get it ReRock like the bro, all in your b**h phone we be creeping on the low Any problems let me know that's what I got the sweeper for It feel good goin out the hood cause it's scorching on the block DD trippin riding solo got the 9 in the chop Poured a 8, straight drop that was only 2 pops can't remember last night,I think I f**ed 2 thots This sh** for real finessing and jugging, I need a million Either hate the gang or love the gang, cause we them n***as When it come to getting chicken, you know who really get it we been tearing up the mall so old we been did it n***a [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] Roller, b**h I got that roll ask the sweeper I cook em, b**h I really bake em like Anita Remida, a freaky b**h from Easter should've seen it She s** it, like I forgot to wash it so she clean it I smoke it, I lost my f**ing mind it got me blowing A smoker, can't see this only eighthy so I know it I finessed the plug for some rocksies and a dub Your b**h gets super wet because the Buffs look like a tub I hate to let my son see my phone I'm missing juggs If this b**h hold this whole thousand I might give this hoe a hug Been finessing since a pup Put me nearer then it's gone If you move, rest in peace That's another sad song Us broke can you imagine that? n***a we past that These n***as broke they don't finesse, we invented that They don't know about getting three, hit em for three more back Next ding a call get three more then double that