Ayy, ayy
Uh, let's go
What, what
Oh, my god
Aye, Imma talk my shit
The Draco came in with a flash
I almost popped my shit
These niggas always say they that
But I don't believe that shit
You flexin', now you on your ass
And we seen that shit
Aye
Aye, I'm on some bb shit
I mixed the drink with the pop Now
I made some creamy shit
I can't move with the wock now
I'm on some dreamy shit
She wonder if we goin out, I think she on some Stevie shit
F*ck
I mean Stevie Wonder
Everything that nigga do, be corny
Like a meme on Tumblr
Pulled up in the urus, Hear the engine
Shit sound like a rumbler
Yeah, I'm up and coming
Told her, I'ma up and comer
20 bands, blue strips
All inside my pocket
Do a gang sign and disappear
Like an Anunnaki
I be in the kitchen everyday
But I don't ship Hibachi
I don't got a beeper
Need some dough, just hit my Tamagotchi
Wear em once and never wear em twice
Just like some new Huaraches
Catch me in the office
I don't ever be inside the lobby
On some Cod shit
I'm tryna catch him
Right before he caught me
Yeah, I get the bills
But I don't f*ck with Cosby
But it's no Tommy
Sixty bands inside my pocket
Reason why I'm movin' raunchy
Yeah, I'm talkin' spicy shit
They thinkin' that I'm eating Takis
You was in the class
I was movin' like a damn jockey-
Ask me if I'm goin' to that class
And I said, "damn, probably"
20 bands in both pockets
So I'm movin' damn naughty
Yeah, I'm the shit
But I don't gotta take no damn potty
I go into the paint and take a lay
Just like I'm Cam Wiley
Shit
I meant Cam Wilder
Up the Glock and make a nigga run
Just like he Cam Wilder
She don't like you niggas
She like me because she say I'm Wilder
I'm the type of nigga in the club
With lean and baby powder
What
This nigga is-is what?
Ayy, I don't need no ad-libs
I up the Glock and make a nigga run
I hit his damn ribs
Pull up on a nigga with his mom
Like I'm Sam Gibbs
This shit ain't costin
And I'm 20 band flossing
Catch a nigga at his house
Home alone like a possum
Yeah, I f*ck with New York
But I don't f*ck with no Boston
Catch a nigga talkin' all that shit
Get my Haitians chop him
Only reason why she tryna f*ck with me
Because I'm poppin
Yeah, you made like 10 bands
But you was never-ever poppin
If I say I'm f*ckin' coppin
Then that mean I'm f*ckin' coppin
You ain't Batman, you ain't Robin
You can't save her, Imma off her
Aye
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain
Throw a disc at a nigga-
Like I'm motherf*ckin' Krillin
It's two bands on my lap
But it's just motherf*ckin' chillin
He keep starin', I'ma get this Glock out
If he keep grillin
Me and gang goin' up
You better watch, it's gettin' hot
Only time I keep receipts
Is when I'm talkin' to my opps
And I keep 20 bands on me
So I don't never-ever flop
And they listen to my snippets like-
When you finna drop
Ayy, ayy, I'll drop when I can
Ayy wait, I'll drop right now
If you just give a band
I don't ever say I can't
Because I know I f*ckin' can
It's too many bitches up inside this spot, I need to land
Yeah, she takin' pictures
Told her she can't put that on the gram
Yea he hard, I listened to him
When he dropped that Bam-Bam
Only time I use my hands
I hit the beat like a KanKan
Run into the bag fast
Like some f*ckin' damn RAM
Bro what we doin'
Aye
Bro what we doin'
Shit
Lets get to work
Shit
Let's get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
Lets get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
Lets get to work, aye
Bro what we doin'
Aye
Bro what we doin'
Shit
Lets get to work
Shit
Let's get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
Lets get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
Lets get to work, aye