Chilling with the gang
And she trynna hang
But she know I can't
Busy getting bands
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Going hard like everyday
Bands to make her dance
I hit too much dank
Don't know if I'll land
Damn I went back
Ayy, ayy, ayy going hard like everyday
My style is bitten with precision
I get it, I'm that nigga
Who be spitting using riddles
A father figure
Figured how to make these figures
She's a missile F*ck around and turn her to my Mrs
Chilling with the gang
And she trynna hang
But she know I can't
Busy getting bands
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Going hard like everyday
Bands to make her dance
I hit too much dank
Don't know if I'll land
Damn I went back
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Going hard like everyday
(Going hard like everyday)
(Going hard like everyday)