Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin - Banned from the Club lyrics

Can't follow no nigga
I ain't never meet my pops
Red dots all on him
He'll think he had the chicken pox
Beef, I nicknamed it Chaz
Put little bruh on you
Then you know that's your ass
Closed caskets, you little dumb motherfucker
Flexing ice, throwing bands
Catch me at the Rucker
Money talks, nigga, call me Chris Tucker
Run up on me, then you a dead motherfucker
You know my company, Brick Squad Monopoly
They love our fucking swag
Why these pussies copy me?
All in VIP, I'm trying to smoke about a key
He could say anything
Don't put your hands on me waka Flocka

We banned from the club
Security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands
You'd be dead we banned from the club
Security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands
You'd be dead bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann nigga put they hands on me
Bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann nigga put they hands on me

Skinny jeans, my rubberbands don't fit
That's your girl? I'll take that bitch
Discussed her head with my dogs
On a scale of one to ten, rate that bitch
Send her back to your ass with a
New bag and a new swag
Have her talking back and shit like you dad
Now you mad sour D, I'm feeling good
Squad on deck, I wish a nigga would
Get your drama like the DJ
Take turns stomping on that ass like a relay
I'm getting head on the freeway
Bad yellow thing bobbing her head like a DJ
This pimping shit is easy
I'm popping, bro, we popular
Them bitches do what we say

We banned from the club
Security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands
You'd be dead we banned from the club
Security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands
You'd be dead bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann nigga put they hands on me
Bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann nigga put they hands on me

Drinks of the pink, can't think on that stink
Back-to back swishers, eyes low when I blink
Blowing doja on the dolo
Ain't posing for no photo
Keep a bad bitch hunched back, Quasimodo
Solo in the photo, strapped with a 44
Nigga jump stupid
Knock the horse off your polo
Bullets bouncing, pogo, rob me
That's a no go nigga, this the squad
Flocka Flame and Lil JoJo dunk

We banned from the club
Security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands
You'd be dead we banned from the club
Security guards scared
Bands on your head, couple bands
You'd be dead bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann nigga put they hands on me
Bands on bands on bands on me
Grams on grams on grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Bet nann nigga put they hands on me