[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Broke n***a, where your cake at? (God damn)
Told her that I love her, I'm a j-cat
When this blood shed, n***a, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?
Crest n***a, real cut throat
N***as dissing but they unknown
Tryna find a thick bitch to fuck on
Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don't bust those (N***a)
You can find me where them thugs be
Bitch broke, you can't fuck me (Can't fuck me)
MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
We want funk, n***a, fuck peace, n***a

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Bitch, I done spent over 50 just to stay high
Bitch, all my n***as pits, not no canines
I don't give a fuck about the bitch if she ain't mine
Heard you n***as was hatin' through the grapevine
Bitch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
Bitch, this a Glock 20. not no tre five
And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy gun
KelTec with the build like a shotty pump
You n***as was a hundred deep, lil' bro was Hi-Techs
Never answer when I call, delete 'em out my contacts
Damn, this P-Lo bass serious as bomb threats
How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract?
Yeah, that shit sound good, but y'all talking non facts
Naw that ain't this, n***a this is not that
Not a dollar in they pocket, but these n***as got strap?
Don't know where you lips been, n***a, we cannot match
All my n***as play their roles and I'm the fucking top hat (Bitch)

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)
[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
N***a, I could take your bitch in my bad clothes
And n***a if I wasn't cuffed, I'd have mad hoes
And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
Who the fuck these n***as think they is? Ain't got no bands
Bitch, and it's Strictly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
Bitch, and I never been that n***a that'll hold hands
Bitch, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham
And I'd still be that n***a if I wasn't famous
Don't give a fuck about your n***a or no reputation
We all bleed, n***a, jump and meet your expiration
And I be smoking Berner packs, so I be hella faded
And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man
I'ma grow, and up a bag, long as my legs can
N***a I ain't switching on the gang on my dead mans
And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
Broke n***a, where your bands? (Broke n***a)