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on the same clique I started with
Spin ya block with them Glocks snatch your heart out with
Yeah we young and we reckless
We hetic post bail and buck court how

fuck me
Fuck what you talking 'bout, but you already knew that
Running through these bags and the bands yeah I blew that
Made all of these moves and they

Yea yea yea
Ha
A Bands
Shortie on my line
Cause she know a n**** price is up
Got more clientele
Cause a n**** switched his prices up
Said it was

a fucking Cruzan
Like a band-aid
I'm laying in the cut
Got multiple ids
So I don't give fuck
So many thoughts I put in
And you still don't pay a buck
I'm

couldn't get me no clothes
I got it all on my own
Hunnid bands deep you can't really say that u won
Just call me son of a gun
I did the music fun
Made

bands,
Cooking up with Blvxz
cnd we running up the bucks,
We don't really give a fuck, 
cll we do is run it up,
Every time we come collect,
It be looking

in luck
Talk only business got pocket full of bucks
Ha ha haa to the bank rollin buds
Wait look
At these mf faces
Straight gs no place for fucking

mezmerised from her hair
The smell of her perfume visualizes there's birds near
And by rapping in mind just so sound clear
I be Clapping like in time

on gang you get touched
Ballin so hard they think i played for the Bucks
Call me trap brady cause im makin plays by the bunch
Tryna play games you get

And I want the Cartier lens
And she want to ride in a Benz
All my enemies used to be friends
Just to show you they switch
For the bands aye

Bitch I came

jet to Soho
Close up,
Don't know where I been, but I know where to go, though
Grown old,
On a yellow brick road, no Toto
Like a one man band, go solo
I

When the last time you touched a band? You niggas got no motion
Pissed turned purple I need some water, all I sip is potion
Read em like a book I'm

love for a bitch
So the cost of the gas ain't cheap

Yo think that it is time that I turn boy into a man
Live right by fuckin' beach but I don't even lay

need more yeah I got enough 
'could prolly spare a couple bucks
You boring she ain't get enough she coming back for more
That was before now we cleaning

a plumber
Like girl you ain't getting no funds
Brother move white, he call it Madonna
And I ain't talking bout her songs
Like you gotta leave by the morning

on the otto-min
Go from wearing band tees to motherfucking otter skin 

I don't know man I'm just trying let go man 
Walking in the club like first of all fuck

rapping like the plug

I'll wrap a nigga up, u should never press ya luck
Won't get my hands dirty still fuck a nigga up

Pistol hanging by my nuts
Case

on the sidewalk where he gon lay
I keep it classic Frito lay
Bum ass nigga want my feature but he gon have to pay
Bout them bands I feel like tay
She told me that

getting bucks
I'm in the yo been getting shit done
These niggas play games
But this ain't for fun
I hit the connect I call him collect
He said it's all set

these niggas some jokes haha
Walk down a opp with the stick what the fuck is a drive by
Lets get this shit on and poppin
Hop onna beat ima roll it you

Steady penny pinching 
Tryna squeeze a buck 
Get a milli dripping 
Ma familia
Northside with a pack 
Loud like whoa
Crapped out 
Coming back now 
With

tryna get up out the hood fuck a Bentley truck
I had to sign to myself to get some bigger bucks
Since we started sauce Orleans shit got real
I got some

them noddin'
A buck sixty on the one-ten I'm flying
They talking shit but they the main ones that's dying
Shhh, lil bitch stop the crying
Fighting demons

a hundred mans
They fell off and I still made a hundred bands

Out front the market, double-parked in that white ghost
Eating bacon, egg and cheese on white