All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
Racks
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these
Your hoes wanna f*ck on me
Ass too fat like my pockets got shame
I'm in the lobby like 354
Got a Wasian calling my name
I don't run 'cause
Dogs will chase
I go school
Just for my ladies
When we f*ckin' I keep on my chains
I like to sleep real tight with my bands
You was calling up her phone I make her
Hot hot hot hot
Copped a new AP I clean it I go
Huh huh huh huh
She like "Bora why you in my DMs you just want f*ck huh?"
Baby you know I'm here for one thing pipe down light some runtz yuh
Highest fashion
Bitch gon' hold my weight gon' break her back
F*cking elastic
Stretch that hoe she like it I ain't no holding back
Drug fanatic
I pop me an X now I might blow some racks
Automatic
Chop your head made your vision fade to black
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
Racks
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these
Racks
I got racks
My verse is my tax huh
Got blood on my checks
'Boutta ice out my ice uhh
Pull up we ready to slide
Like the national team I'm on sky
34 wrapping up East
Be acting like I'm running without no eyes
Running cold without the ice
Copping Balenci don't look at the price
Yuh
Slimy I'm hardly inside
She was so bad had to put on the lights
Yuh
G59 on the flight
I was just f*cking then told her goodbye
They say that I'm one of a kind
Just like it's TV they watching my life yuh
I just got a new bitch on my hater list
I need my Prada shades
Ran this money on a pinnacle that bread it's hard to make
354 and G-Tops like we drunk out the Holy Grail
Crucifix my ops I hang them I grab 'em by the tail
I don't be rocking no idols
She wanna f*ck me she idle
Throw that hoe like my cigarette
Still kissing on my dick like it's Bible
We the new Billie Jackson Michael
Got chrome hearts on my rifle
Carry so hard my back hurts
Need a surgery for my spinal
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All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
Racks
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these
Your hoes wanna f*ck on me
Ass too fat like my pockets got shame
I'm in the lobby like 354
Got a Wasian calling my name
I don't run 'cause
Dogs will chase
I go school
Just for my ladies
When we f*ckin' I keep on my chains
I like to sleep real tight with my bands
You was calling up her phone I make her
Hot hot hot hot
Copped a new AP I clean it I go
Huh huh huh huh
She like "Bora why you in my DMs you just want f*ck huh?"
Baby you know I'm here for one thing pipe down light some runtz yuh
Highest fashion
Bitch gon' hold my weight gon' break her back
F*cking elastic
Stretch that hoe she like it I ain't no holding back
Drug fanatic
I pop me an X now I might blow some racks
Automatic
Chop your head made your vision fade to black
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
Racks
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these
Racks
I got racks
My verse is my tax huh
Got blood on my checks
'Boutta ice out my ice uhh
Pull up we ready to slide
Like the national team I'm on sky
34 wrapping up East
Be acting like I'm running without no eyes
Running cold without the ice
Copping Balenci don't look at the price
Yuh
Slimy I'm hardly inside
She was so bad had to put on the lights
Yuh
G59 on the flight
I was just f*cking then told her goodbye
They say that I'm one of a kind
Just like it's TV they watching my life yuh
I just got a new bitch on my hater list
I need my Prada shades
Ran this money on a pinnacle that bread it's hard to make
354 and G-Tops like we drunk out the Holy Grail
Crucifix my ops I hang them I grab 'em by the tail
I don't be rocking no idols
She wanna f*ck me she idle
Throw that hoe like my cigarette
Still kissing on my dick like it's Bible
We the new Billie Jackson Michael
Got chrome hearts on my rifle
Carry so hard my back hurts
Need a surgery for my spinal
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
Racks
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these
Your hoes wanna f*ck on me
Ass too fat like my pockets got shame
I'm in the lobby like 354
Got a Wasian calling my name
I don't run 'cause
Dogs will chase
I go school
Just for my ladies
When we f*ckin' I keep on my chains
I like to sleep real tight with my bands
You was calling up her phone I make her
Hot hot hot hot
Copped a new AP I clean it I go
Huh huh huh huh
She like "Bora why you in my DMs you just want f*ck huh?"
Baby you know I'm here for one thing pipe down light some runtz yuh
Highest fashion
Bitch gon' hold my weight gon' break her back
F*cking elastic
Stretch that hoe she like it I ain't no holding back
Drug fanatic
I pop me an X now I might blow some racks
Automatic
Chop your head made your vision fade to black
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
Racks
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these hoes
All my bands on these
Racks
I got racks
My verse is my tax huh
Got blood on my checks
'Boutta ice out my ice uhh
Pull up we ready to slide
Like the national team I'm on sky
34 wrapping up East
Be acting like I'm running without no eyes
Running cold without the ice
Copping Balenci don't look at the price
Yuh
Slimy I'm hardly inside
She was so bad had to put on the lights
Yuh
G59 on the flight
I was just f*cking then told her goodbye
They say that I'm one of a kind
Just like it's TV they watching my life yuh
I just got a new bitch on my hater list
I need my Prada shades
Ran this money on a pinnacle that bread it's hard to make
354 and G-Tops like we drunk out the Holy Grail
Crucifix my ops I hang them I grab 'em by the tail
I don't be rocking no idols
She wanna f*ck me she idle
Throw that hoe like my cigarette
Still kissing on my dick like it's Bible
We the new Billie Jackson Michael
Got chrome hearts on my rifle
Carry so hard my back hurts
Need a surgery for my spinal
Writer: G-Tops ., 354 .
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