[Chorus:]

Bands make her dance, yeah I got the rubber bands

Pull up with my friends and the bitches in a trance

Wanna be my friend ‘cause I’m really up next

Haters talking shit but you know I’m the man

[Verse 1:]

I’ma do my thing, I’ma let my balls hang

Pull up to the getty and they lookin’ at my rings

This no biggie man, I live no shame

Two iPhones ‘cause I got hella game

One for the plug and one for the love

Pull up to the scene and I’m getting hella hugs

When I see a shawty, I’ma go get the dub

She gone back it up, I’ma open up the trunk

I ain’t really mean to do this whole rap thing, but ever since I started all the homies bumping

So I’m really on my grind, tryna bring all the slime

One step, two step, get better rhymes

Three step, four step, really on my grind

Five step, six step, run the marathon

Up next, no flex, real quick, big checks, quick sex, you bet, two chains, my neck

Bitches on my mind, but only if they bad

Walk in to the store, and we poppin’ off the tags

Tell me what you want, I’ma cop you a bag

Maybe new shirts for your mom and your dad

[Skit: Castro & Will]

Castro: Yo, Will bro

Will: Yo, whats up, Castro?

Castro: Ya, you see those girls in the pool bro?

Will: Which one?

Castro: Bro all of them, they’re so fine. Bro, yo I think I’m gonna do something reckless, man

Will: Ya, like what?

Castro: Bro, I’m gonna jump in the pool right now, man

Will: Bro, you got your 4’s on!

Castro: Bro, I don’t care about the 4’s man, I’m gonna jump in right now!

[Chorus:]

Bands make her dance, yeah I got the rubber bands

Pull up with my friends and the bitches in a trance

Wanna be my friend ‘cause I’m really up next

Haters talking shit but you know I’m the man

[Verse 2:]

I’ma fuck around and make your mom a fan

I’ma good kid but I might be bad

If I fuck around don’t tell your dad

I hope I don’t get spanked

Tryna have a good day

Gotta big doink, 4 grams, that’s a big J

Gotta big house with a pool, that’s a good day

Chillin’ at the beach with my bros and some fine babes

End of the night, yeah you know gonna get laid

Get laid, get paid, big bag, fine babes

Homies ride the wave, turnin’ up on a Tuesday

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Everyday we turnin’ up the street, like it’s Saturday

[Bridge:]

Chillin’ on a Saturday, I don’t give a fuck

You know it’s Castro in the cut, so all the bitches show up

We turnin’ up right by the pool, one of the homies throw up

I got the Henny in my cup and all the bitches turn up

[Chorus:]

Bands make her dance, yeah I got the rubber bands

Pull up with my friends and the bitches in a trance

Wanna be my friend ‘cause I’m really up next

Haters talking shit but you know I’m the man

[Verse 3:]

I’m the man, with the plan, throwing’ hands, Jackie Chan

Put it up, run it up, you don’t got no chance

Fuckin’ hating, you a fan and that’s your whole fam

Bring your mom and your dad and grandma Suzanne

Heard through the grapevine, she got killer xan

Only bars in my rap, I really don’t cap

All these women hang around and sit in my lap

First house on the right, yeah that’s where it’s at

If you wanna throw shade, I don’t fuck with that

If you wanna come hang, you know where I’m at

If you wanna make some money, let’s go get a bag

If you wanna get some honeys, let’s go play some tag

[Outro:]

It’s Castro in the cut

2019 shit

First house on the right