Peso Bros, 7 Bandz, Z Flaco - Trance Lyrics

And I say Hey
You better get out the way
Im a child of God so I pray
Yeah, my vivid thoughts everyday I display
And I'm just praying they dont decay
Im stuck in a trance
See the bullshit from a glance
Just take a glance at my pants
My pockets grow everyday like a plant
And you tryna get yours to grow but I know that you cant
That bad bitch yeah she dance dance dance!
That bad bitch yeah she dance dance dance!
Yeah she pulling on my pants pants pants
Yuh I count a hunnit grand bandz bandz

She say what's that fragrance it's new Versace but mixed with Dior
When it come to my gang you know I am the core
Like a plant everyday I just keep growing more
Yea growing more ayy I just keep growing more ayyy
I open the blinds just to see when them trucks pulling up with them packages
My momma know all of my brothers she know that I hang with the savages
For a pint yea you know ill be taxing you
You fucked up you pulled on the wrong avenue
My niggas with me they know I got attitudes
They do not care cause I always show gratitude
Im in Toyota now I can't wait til I go get the rover
Internet beef see that nigga ima run him over
I told damani stop putting them medies in ya soda
If you need some gas then you better hit me on my Motorola
My niggas never sober
We can fuck in back of the car what I told her
She say yes I'm with that so go head and bend me over
My cousin lucky seven so I always got my clover

PBSB Gang!
Haha
Niggas be hating I'm just waiting
Im sitting back and I'm contemplating
On a move, I cant choose which one of these lil bitches i'm dating
I cant lose
Do my money dance lil bitch I'm in my groove
What more do I gotta prove?
I showed I was the man way back in school
Bitch I'm the man what you think?
Im in the stu with my guys bitch smoking dank
I just hop on the mic and the competition faint
You say that guy nigga but you Ain't
I be praying to God nigga like a saint
You on that old school fashion nigga you late
I be waking up living life everyday with no complaints
Me and my guys locked in under restraints
Me and my guys locked in we for life
Stepped in the club ain't bring a gun brung a knife
You better hope I don't step in the club
I might just steal your fucking wife

And I say Hey
You better get out the way
Im a child of God so I pray
Yeah, my vivid thoughts everyday I display
And I'm just praying they dont decay
Im stuck in a trance
See the bullshit from a glance
Just take a glance at my pants
My pockets grow everyday like a plant
And you tryna get yours to grow but I know that you cant
That bad bitch yeah she dance dance dance!
That bad bitch yeah she dance dance dance!
Yeah she pulling on my pants pants pants
Yuh I count a hunnit grand bandz bandz