[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell]

I done fuck my bands up, had to start over

I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home

Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me

Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup

Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes

I done fuck some bands up I got to start over

I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home

This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me

[Verse 1: Ferrari Ferrell]

Yeah we had hella sticks, we was fuckin up

Hit a lick, then the strip bands fucked it up

Nigga we them bad boys, ain't no money on us

Nigga fuck up, they don't want us

Bullets fuck the stomach

Niggas say he got a problem, nigga pull up

Yeah yeah, you dealing with some robbers we gon take what's yours

Yeah you claim you got some stick but you ain't shooting up

Yeah we be on our shit, we blowing bands and thugging

Get to bustin

[Chorus]

Fuck my bands up, had to start over

I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home

Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me

Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup

Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes

I done fuck some bands up I got to start over

I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home

This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Better duck from the shells

Break her back just like hell

You niggas gon tell

After 11 I jumped to a teen, cause I do not fuck with twelve

I do not get at you niggas and bitches

Leave his ass with stitches, if he touch my digits

Pull up to the scene, all you hear is crickets

Body went ghost when he saw we wid it

I'm richer now, make a phone call and he'll get you now

Lock down with the same family

Cause all these new niggas be switch around

It's Boat, fresher than scope, gold on my throat

I pledge an oath

To stay on my toes, to stay down with my bro's

I keep a round

Anything that my nigga want he can get it

Cause if I call up my nigga, bet that he let you get it

Loyalty, King of the teens and royalty

Just saw your new girl look like foil b (fake)

Young nigga rich, fucking up the sacks, fucking on your bitch

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell]

I done fuck my bands up, had to start over

I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home

Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me

Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup

Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes

I done fuck some bands up I got to start over

I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home

This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me

[Verse 3: Ferrari ferrell]

We on hella shit, on my loopy shit

She said she celibate, why don't we sell a bitch

All we know is bricks, no construction shit

[?]

We just real niggas doing real things

Thats a bunch of niggas with some sticks

Tryin a move the drugs, [?]

Nigga pull up make the car flip

Youngin caught a lick and brought me back your shit

Now i'm in the club with yo shit

I just want the money, put my niggas on

But they on that gang, gang, gang shit

Nigga you ain't real, walk in my shoes

Nigga you ain't hard enough

All a nigga wanna [?]

Nigga all you do is act a groupie, wanna roll with them stars and em

Nigga leave you dead, leave your family prayin to the stars and em

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell]

I done fuck my bands up, had to start over

I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home

Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me

Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup

Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes

I done fuck some bands up I got to start over

I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home

This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me