[Intro]

Ayy, ayy

Uh, let's go

What, what

[Verse 1]

Oh, my god

Aye, Imma talk my shit

The Draco came in with a flash, I almost popped my shit

These niggas always say they that, but I don't believe that shit

You flexin', now you on your ass, and we seen that shit, aye

Aye, I'm on some bb shit

I mixed the drink with the pop now, I made some creamy shit

I can't move with the Wock' now, I'm on some dreamy shit

She wonder if we goin' out, I think she on some Stevie shit

Fuck, I meant Stevie Wonder

Everything that nigga do be corny, like a meme on Tumblr

Pullеd up in the Urus, hear the еngine, shit sound like a rumbler

Yeah, I'm up and coming, told her I'm a up and comer

20 bands, blue strips, all inside my pocket

Do a gang sign and disappear like an Anunnaki

I be in the kitchen everyday but I don't ship Hibachi

I don't got a beeper, need some dough, just hit my Tamagotchi

Wear 'em once and never wear 'em twice, just like some new Huaraches

Catch me in the office, I don't ever be inside the lobby

On some COD shit, I'm tryna catch him right before he caught me

Yeah, I get the bills (Get the bills), but I don't fuck with Cosby

But it's no Tommy

Sixty bands inside my pocket, reason why I'm movin' raunchy

Yeah, I'm talkin' spicy shit, they thinkin' that I'm eating Takis

You was in the class, I was movin' like a damn jockey

Ask me if I'm goin' to that class and I'll say: "Damn, probably"

20 bands in both pockets, so I'm movin' damn naughty

Yeah, I'm the shit but I don't gotta take no damn potty

I go into the paint and take a lay just like I'm Cam Wiley

Shit, I meant Cam Wilder

Up the Glock and make a nigga run just like he Cam Wilder

She don't like you niggas, she like me because she say I'm wilder

I'm the type of nigga in the club with lean and baby powder

[Verse 2]

What?

This nigga is-is what?

Ayy, I don't need no ad-libs

I up the Glock and make a nigga run, I hit his damn ribs

Pull up on a nigga with his mom like I'm Sam Gibbs

Ay, this shit ain't costin' and I'm 20 band flossin'

Catch a nigga at his house, home alone like a possum

Yeah, I fuck with New York but I don't fuck with no Boston

Catch a nigga talkin' all that shit, get my Haitians chop him

Only reason why she tryna fuck with me because I'm poppin'

Yeah, you made like 10 bands but you was never-ever poppin'

If I say I'm fuckin' coppin', then that mean I'm fuckin' coppin'

You ain't Batman, you ain't Robin, you can't save her, Imma off her

Aye, I'm a motherfuckin' villain

Throw a disc at a nigga like I'm motherfuckin' Krillin

It's two bands on my lap but it's just motherfuckin' chillin'

He keep starin', I'ma get this Glock out if he keep grillin'

Me and gang goin' up, you better watch, it's gettin' hot

Only time I keep receipts is when I'm talkin' to my opps

And I keep 20 bands on me so I don't never-ever flop

And they listen to my snippets like: "When you finna drop?"

Ayy, ayy, I'll drop when I can

Ayy wait, I'll drop right now if you just give a band

I don't ever say I can't because I know I fuckin' can

It's too many bitches up inside this spot, I need to land

Yeah, she takin' pictures, told her she can't put that on the 'Gram

Yea, he hard, I listened to him when he dropped that 'Bam-Bam'

Only time I use my hands I hit the beat like a Kankan

Run into the bag fast like some fuckin' damn RAM

[Outro]

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Bro, what we doin' (Shit)

Let's get to work (Shit)

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Bro what we doin' (Shit)

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