Brrrra
Yeah, (ayy) nah we gon punch a bunch of times in this b*t*h
Hahaha, b*t*h
Gang
Yeah, hahahaha
Kinfolk Jon (what, ayy)
Yeah, ayy
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don’t understand (yeah)
People they don’t understand (ayy)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (b*t*h)
People they don’t understand (ayy)
People they don’t understand (ayy)
Young n***a gotta go get a bag (bag)
Young n***a gotta go get it fast (fast)
I f**k your b*t*h so I know why you mad (b*t*h)
Then a n***a pull of in a jag (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Pull off then I go get a check (check)
Diamonds shinin’ watch ’em dance on my neck (huh)
Head shy there’s no need for no vets (gang)
Deal high, sendin’ shot out a Tech (gang)
Neck talk then I’m catching a fade (b*t*h)
Talking guns then you know we gon’ play (huh)
A hundred shots got some bust out the ‘K (gang)
Spin a block, he get hit in broad day (brra)
N***as mad want the beef ’cause a b*t*h (b*t*h)
Go down bet you n***as will snitch
Light ‘K bullets go through the mist (gang)
223 they gon’ come like some bricks, ayy (ayy)
N***as speaking like “what’s up, well I expect that action”
Broad daylight, smoke that car up, Like he smokin’ Mavericks
I’m loaded up, I keep that AR and them bullets stackin’
That choppa make a n***a sing like he was a Braxton
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don’t understand (yeah)
People they don’t understand (ayy, ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don’t understand (what, yeah)
People they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Beverly stunting, brought the Fisker just to fool on it
Brought the katana secret compartment with the tool on it
You was a dreamer, ten out of ten you with a stupid b*t*h
And probably f**k herself to my pictures and a crucifix
N***as steady purpin had an option, I been kicking sh*t
N***as run their mouth about their guns and still be getting laid
Time for a trapper turn his rap into some business sh*t
Extended mag I come with sixty and you missing sh*t
I can’t trust these n***as, they too busy on the internet
Sitting behind their Mac they can kill for this energy
I can teach your b*t*h, she gotta pay me just to penetrate
I got my own b*t*h, I ain’t had no time for dinner dates, ni-
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don’t understand (yeah)
People they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don’t understand (yeah)
People they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
It’s YBN and Xan (Xan)
You know your b*t*h is a fan (fan)
I told that B Lou man love that she mad
She want me to be her man (stupid b*t*h)
I told my jeweler to freeze my neck
Now that b*t*h wettin’ her pants, ooh (ice)
I made her squirt (squirt)
Damn look these b*t*hes are flirtin’ (flirtin’)
Sh-sh-shoot and I take off her skirt
But it ain’t workin’, I guess I hadn’t a virgin
Yeah, your b*t*h wanna f**k, these n***as hurt
‘Cause I get that check first (I get that check)
They b*t*h too moody (moody)
The blood on the girl, ’cause that b*t*h was a groupie (groupie)
She tried to seduce me (what)
That b*t*h keeps on sending me pics of her booty (booty, b*t*h)
Bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)
Smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)
New coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)
These n***as (n***as), so lame (lame)
Bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)
Smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)
New coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)
These n***as, so lame (b*t*h)
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don’t understand (yeah, brr, brr)
People they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don’t understand (yeah, brr, brr)
People they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
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