Verse 1:

Yea i

Run my mouth, yea I

Talk my shit, i be

Budding-with you lil homie just a little bit

Yea I

Raise the bar

To the seven digits yea I

Tell em it ain’t over, this shit barely started

I be getting doja on the low low on the low

Yea I keep it on the low never letting go

Yea I love getting dosed off the Henny-I pop

Yea I love it I just love it ain’t never gone stop

Hook:

I got 25 bands in my Gucci backpack

Said I keep 25 bands up in my God

Wucci backpack

I got 25 bands in my Gucci backpack

Said I keep 25 bands up in my Gucci backpack

Verse 2:

Yea I

Go to school, yea I

Throw a fit, yea I

Never do my homework but I

Ace that shit

Yea I’m

Underrated, but I’m

Getting on

Yea it take more than a basic bitch to turn me on

I like foreign girls

Mixed with morning wood

If it ain’t foreign then it’s boring homie that’s understood

Yea I love getting dosed off the Henny I pop

Yea I love it I just love it it ain’t never gone stop

Hook:

I got 25 bands in my Gucci backpack

Said I keep 25 bands up in my Gucci backpack

I got 25 bands in my Gucci backpack

Said I keep 25 bands up in my Gucci backpack

Verse 3:

Yea my

Foreign engine start with the push of a button, when we

Talkin-about the realest you don’t come up in discussion

Every dollar you make, I be making a thousand, yea I

Pipe thicc models, you can’t hold a conversation

I’m like where the cash at, homie where it at?

Said I thought you had that, Said I thought you uh?

I got 25 bands in my Gucci backpack

Said I keep 25 bands up in my Gucci backpack