Yung Joey - Banned From The Club lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Can't follow no n***a I ain't never meet my pops Red dots all on him he done think he had the chicken pox Beef, I nicknamed it chaz put lil bruh on you then you know that's your a** Closed caskets little dumb mother f**er Flexing ice, throwing bands, catch me at the rucker Money talk n***a, call me Chris Tucker Run up on me then you a dead mother f**er You know my company Bricksquad Monopoly They love our f**ing swag why these pussies copy me All in VIP im trying to smoke about a key He can say anything don't put your hands on me [Hook] We banned from the club, security guards scared Bands on your head couple bands you be dead [x2] I got bands and bands and bands on me Grams and grams and grams on me Strapped up I got that blam on me Dare nare n***a put they hands on me. [x2] [Verse 2: Yung Joey] ... rubberbands don't fit That's your girl I'll take that b**h ... on a scale of one to ten rate that b**h Send her back to your a** with a new bag and a new swag Have her talking back and sh** like you did now you mad Sour d, im feeling good Squad on deck, I wish a n***a would Get your drama like the dj Take turns stompin on that a** like a relay Im getting head on the freeway Bad yellow thing bobbin her head like a dj Yeah, this pimpin sh** is easy Im poppin bro we popular them b**hes do what we say [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] Drinks of the pink, can't think on that stink Back to back swishers eyes low when I blink Blowin' dojer on the dolo, ain't posing for no photo Keep a bad b**h humpback quazimoto Solo in the photo scrap with a 44 n***a jump stupid knock the horse off your polo Bullets bouncing, pogo. Rob me that's a no go n***a this the squad, flocka flame, and lil jo jo [Hook]