You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
Feel like I’m Noah, I’m in bag
Crib like the industry, It’s full of plants
My dick out my dickies don’t fit in my pants
I’m talmbout sticks
You tryna throw hands
I’m tryna throw bands
I’m tryna go ham
I been through hell not tryna back
Don’t ask why I’m mad
It’s too many white folks on my land
Whatever you can’t just know I can
Whatever you can’t just know that I can
Everything you lack Everything I am
You live in the past I’m too advanced
I don’t look back
You internet nerds need to go touch grass
My whole life lit, I never been sad
My mind said no, my dick said yeah
She call me a rapper, I don’t even rap
If you ain’t first my boy you last
Flirt with a ting right infront of her mans
And I’m so fine she gone flirt back
Damn
Big triple six with the bag, yuh
Big triple six with the bag, yuh
Big triple six with the bag, yuh
Big triple six with the swag
You got no sauce no sir you bland
Shorty undressing cause she want the ranch
In her panties
It’s according to plan
When she poppin’ a plan b
f#ck you n#gg#s don’t pardon my french
I’m not friendly
Boy you a passenger stick to the backseat
I saw yo b#tch and burst out a laughing
Wanna throw hands you get jab after jab like a vaccine
Yeah you a king of the hill but the hill for some ants
You ain’t uppin’ the ante
I’m up in her guts then I’m up in her pantry
Like where yo snack
You ain’t ’bout sh#t b#tch
I’m ’bout racks
You ain’t bout sh#t but I’m ’bout stacks
You ain’t bout sh#t
I’m ’bout cash
I cop by pounds you cop by grams
I’m talkin smack b#tch kiss my #ss
I get money you get mad
Youu b#tches unbearable like FNAF
I hit the gas, put me in a trance
My b#tch got a stick but she not trans
I’m posted in real life
You post on the gram
Call my dick Anakin, it need a hand hand hand ahnda
Yo girl just subbed to my OnlyFans fans fans fans
Yu both down bad bad bad bad
That’s facts facts facts
Did I f#ck yo b#tch? Perhaps
I need me some herb
So I can relax
I need me perc
So I can relapse
Yuh!
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
You ain’t talmbout sh#t
I’m talkin ’bout bands
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