Red Pints (30 Bands) lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
I got like thirty b*tches, now I need like thirty bands
That n*gga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your b*tch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a n*gga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah

[Verse 1]
n*ggas they wildin', wildin' (Wildin')
b*tches they wildin', wildin' (Wildin')
And she say she want me, I like it (I like it)
She givin' me neck, she excited
sh*t, I ain't gon' lie, kinda like it (Yeah)
After this, tell her she mine, like, ayy
VLONE shovel, finna dig his grave
Bad b*tch wanna f*ck but she still gotta pay
[Chorus]
I got like thirty b*tches, now I need like thirty bands
That n*gga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your b*tch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a n*gga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
I got like thirty b*tches, now I need like thirty bands
That n*gga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your b*tch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that
And all these feds don't want no comeback
Pack a n*gga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah

[Bridge]
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Run that back, Turbo)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 2]
Goin' up, how could I fall?
Goin' up, how could I fall?
Young n*gga really finna ball
f*ckin' in the spot, L.O.L
Say you gettin' money, put it on a scale
Summer, she get burnt, in the winter she get pale
Shippin' out a pack through the motherf*ckin' mail
If drippin' was a crime, n*gga, I would go to jail
I humble a n*gga, he think he gon' go up
I go to the DMV, n*gga gon' load up
2017, like "Tecca won't blow up"
Keep that same energy, n*gga gon' glow up
Now I speak Guapenese, bad b*tches toppin' me, f*ck n*ggas off me, yeah
Ain't nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me, nobody stoppin' me
Yeah, angelic, it's a part of me
Yeah, bad b*tches, it's a part of me
Countin' all this green, it's a part of me
What's the money? f*ck around and make it company
[Chorus]
I got like thirty b*tches, now I need like thirty bands
That n*gga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your b*tch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a n*gga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah
I got like thirty b*tches, now I need like thirty bands
That n*gga hating but he was a fan, ayy
Got your b*tch, she on my body and she is a fan
I'm with the gang and we getting money
Yeah, and why you talking? You don't want that (Nah)
And all these feds don't want no comeback (Yeah)
Pack a n*gga like a lunch-pack
Showin' love, don't want no love back, nah

[Outro]
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Run that back, Turbo
Wheezy outta here