[ Featuring Bandgang Masoe ]
A Maserati
Get money f*ck hoes, sell bows this shit a hobby
I got your bitch in the room, 20 hoes in the lobby
I'm in that trackhawk goin fast, Ricky and Bobby
All these niggas hate bandgang cause we popped em prolly
Po a six of red up, I turn right into a zombie
I could up 60 racks, I'm not even being cocky
They like wood, what's the word? Why you always talking choppy?
Cause my passenger a bad bitch, I think her name was Bonnie
Last time we hit the club, bro caught something, a body
This new shit a turn six to nine, shotty
Finna spin, should call the striker Meg, it's a hottie
This icy-ass watch Balboa cause it's Rocky nigga
We be chopping down bows, don't know shit about karate
Ain't nobody seen a thing, all our memories is foggy
I'm eatin A5 wagyu, I'm sipping on some sake
Eyes crying, going fast as hell on a Kawasaki
See I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Let the K rip off
A nigga touch me, he dying, I'm fentanyl
These size eight, you in a size six, I don't fit y'all
Wrong move, get his ass twisted like criss-cross
It's me & wood, you know this shit raw bitch we big dogs
We sell em by the hundreds nigga, what you call getting off?
This TRX sounding like a plane, finna lift off
My favorite opp died, Goddamn ima miss dog
Ima miss dog
Way she sucking it, I can't be pissed off
If I'm lyin bout havin pape, then u could cut my wrist off
I don't give a f*ck about the tab, bring me crystal
I don't like the way bro is looking, set the lick dog
Ayy, we the real deal
I'm getting money, why you crying over spilled milk?
My mans bought a GT3, I took it for a quick thrill
I gave this bitch a plan B, now what you call a chill pill hoe
