F*ck a band for band, we goin' bando 4 bando
Hit him with that drac', got lit up like a candle
Pull up with that "oh shit!", take his mans' off
Damn, you lucky you ain't know me, back then I woulda ran off
I just made ya salary, off of one song
I just popped a couple Percs, so i'm numb long
You ain't talking bout no bread, bitch f*ck off
Perc 30 milligram, from the drugstore
I been higher then my fien's, recently
No pump faking, if you reach you bleed
Like a soccer mom, i'ma feed the team
Shootin' long range, yeah my gun got a beam
Tryna play with me, but I'm player one
Next year you gon' hope you have a better run
Lil hoe, I keep a tool, like I'm fixin' some
I sip a pint of Wockhardt, then I piss it up
Told my bitch, "hell naw, ion wanna hear about it"
All that lil' bullshit, I stay clear about it
I been scoring pints, i'm bout to build a drank fountain
On the top, you can't get up this mountain
Say you doing better, I don't wanna hear shit
I don't give a f*ck if it ain't about me, bitch
Put a drum on the mop, now I sweep shit
I been getting richer then y'all, but barely do shit
Keep a stick with my fit, yeah, I'm too equipped
She gon' suck on my dick after I nut, yeah
I just made a bag today, I'm saying "f*ck yeah"
You don't understand shit, you talk to me, you saying, "what's that?"
I got foreign bitches, on the Whatsapp
I don't sip cut drank, bitch, I can't cut back
Ya hoe stank, how the f*ck did you f*ck that?
You can get a discount on the feature, if its straight cash
You got money, but you still f*ck the same bitches
I'm rocking Arc'teryx, ain't no rain hittin'
I'm in that f*ckin' whip, and i'm lane-switching
Shooters shoot from long range, he thinkin' Dame hit em
Number nine jeans, not no Balmain, we don't rock the same denim
They gon' call me, i'm the one that put the pain in it
Play games with me, then you died, yeah, your game ended
You got a two, I got a ten
No, we don't f*ck the same bitches
You just catching up, bitch I been did it
Yeah, yo bitch a slut, yeah I been hit it
You scared to f*cking shoot, like you Ben Simmons
Go on missions for that loot, I need bread in it
Give my hitman a bag, he bring that bag back with yo head in it
Yeah, my cup either got purple or that red in it
Yeah, they say my name so much ain't no forgetting it
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F*ck a band for band, we goin' bando 4 bando
Hit him with that drac', got lit up like a candle
Pull up with that "oh shit!", take his mans' off
Damn, you lucky you ain't know me, back then I woulda ran off
I just made ya salary, off of one song
I just popped a couple Percs, so i'm numb long
You ain't talking bout no bread, bitch f*ck off
Perc 30 milligram, from the drugstore
I been higher then my fien's, recently
No pump faking, if you reach you bleed
Like a soccer mom, i'ma feed the team
Shootin' long range, yeah my gun got a beam
Tryna play with me, but I'm player one
Next year you gon' hope you have a better run
Lil hoe, I keep a tool, like I'm fixin' some
I sip a pint of Wockhardt, then I piss it up
Told my bitch, "hell naw, ion wanna hear about it"
All that lil' bullshit, I stay clear about it
I been scoring pints, i'm bout to build a drank fountain
On the top, you can't get up this mountain
Say you doing better, I don't wanna hear shit
I don't give a f*ck if it ain't about me, bitch
Put a drum on the mop, now I sweep shit
I been getting richer then y'all, but barely do shit
Keep a stick with my fit, yeah, I'm too equipped
She gon' suck on my dick after I nut, yeah
I just made a bag today, I'm saying "f*ck yeah"
You don't understand shit, you talk to me, you saying, "what's that?"
I got foreign bitches, on the Whatsapp
I don't sip cut drank, bitch, I can't cut back
Ya hoe stank, how the f*ck did you f*ck that?
You can get a discount on the feature, if its straight cash
You got money, but you still f*ck the same bitches
I'm rocking Arc'teryx, ain't no rain hittin'
I'm in that f*ckin' whip, and i'm lane-switching
Shooters shoot from long range, he thinkin' Dame hit em
Number nine jeans, not no Balmain, we don't rock the same denim
They gon' call me, i'm the one that put the pain in it
Play games with me, then you died, yeah, your game ended
You got a two, I got a ten
No, we don't f*ck the same bitches
You just catching up, bitch I been did it
Yeah, yo bitch a slut, yeah I been hit it
You scared to f*cking shoot, like you Ben Simmons
Go on missions for that loot, I need bread in it
Give my hitman a bag, he bring that bag back with yo head in it
Yeah, my cup either got purple or that red in it
Yeah, they say my name so much ain't no forgetting it
Hit him with that drac', got lit up like a candle
Pull up with that "oh shit!", take his mans' off
Damn, you lucky you ain't know me, back then I woulda ran off
I just made ya salary, off of one song
I just popped a couple Percs, so i'm numb long
You ain't talking bout no bread, bitch f*ck off
Perc 30 milligram, from the drugstore
I been higher then my fien's, recently
No pump faking, if you reach you bleed
Like a soccer mom, i'ma feed the team
Shootin' long range, yeah my gun got a beam
Tryna play with me, but I'm player one
Next year you gon' hope you have a better run
Lil hoe, I keep a tool, like I'm fixin' some
I sip a pint of Wockhardt, then I piss it up
Told my bitch, "hell naw, ion wanna hear about it"
All that lil' bullshit, I stay clear about it
I been scoring pints, i'm bout to build a drank fountain
On the top, you can't get up this mountain
Say you doing better, I don't wanna hear shit
I don't give a f*ck if it ain't about me, bitch
Put a drum on the mop, now I sweep shit
I been getting richer then y'all, but barely do shit
Keep a stick with my fit, yeah, I'm too equipped
She gon' suck on my dick after I nut, yeah
I just made a bag today, I'm saying "f*ck yeah"
You don't understand shit, you talk to me, you saying, "what's that?"
I got foreign bitches, on the Whatsapp
I don't sip cut drank, bitch, I can't cut back
Ya hoe stank, how the f*ck did you f*ck that?
You can get a discount on the feature, if its straight cash
You got money, but you still f*ck the same bitches
I'm rocking Arc'teryx, ain't no rain hittin'
I'm in that f*ckin' whip, and i'm lane-switching
Shooters shoot from long range, he thinkin' Dame hit em
Number nine jeans, not no Balmain, we don't rock the same denim
They gon' call me, i'm the one that put the pain in it
Play games with me, then you died, yeah, your game ended
You got a two, I got a ten
No, we don't f*ck the same bitches
You just catching up, bitch I been did it
Yeah, yo bitch a slut, yeah I been hit it
You scared to f*cking shoot, like you Ben Simmons
Go on missions for that loot, I need bread in it
Give my hitman a bag, he bring that bag back with yo head in it
Yeah, my cup either got purple or that red in it
Yeah, they say my name so much ain't no forgetting it
Writer: Boj Ack
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