Start Over

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell] I done fuck my bands up, had to start over I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes I done fuck some bands up I got to start over I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me [Verse 1: Ferrari Ferrell] Yeah we had hella sticks, we was fuckin up Hit a lick, then the strip bands fucked it up Nigga we them bad boys, ain't no money on us Nigga fuck up, they don't want us Bullets fuck the stomach Niggas say he got a problem, nigga pull up Yeah yeah, you dealing with some robbers we gon take what's yours Yeah you claim you got some stick but you ain't shooting up Yeah we be on our shit, we blowing bands and thugging Get to bustin [Chorus] Fuck my bands up, had to start over I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes I done fuck some bands up I got to start over I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Better duck from the shells Break her back just like hell You niggas gon tell After 11 I jumped to a teen, cause I do not fuck with twelve I do not get at you niggas and bitches Leave his ass with stitches, if he touch my digits Pull up to the scene, all you hear is crickets Body went ghost when he saw we wid it I'm richer now, make a phone call and he'll get you now Lock down with the same family Cause all these new niggas be switch around It's Boat, fresher than scope, gold on my throat I pledge an oath To stay on my toes, to stay down with my bro's I keep a round Anything that my nigga want he can get it Cause if I call up my nigga, bet that he let you get it Loyalty, King of the teens and royalty Just saw your new girl look like foil b (fake) Young nigga rich, fucking up the sacks, fucking on your bitch [Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell] I done fuck my bands up, had to start over I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes I done fuck some bands up I got to start over I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me [Verse 3: Ferrari ferrell] We on hella shit, on my loopy shit She said she celibate, why don't we sell a bitch All we know is bricks, no construction shit [?] We just real niggas doing real things Thats a bunch of niggas with some sticks Tryin a move the drugs, [?] Nigga pull up make the car flip Youngin caught a lick and brought me back your shit Now i'm in the club with yo shit I just want the money, put my niggas on But they on that gang, gang, gang shit Nigga you ain't real, walk in my shoes Nigga you ain't hard enough All a nigga wanna [?] Nigga all you do is act a groupie, wanna roll with them stars and em Nigga leave you dead, leave your family prayin to the stars and em [Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell] I done fuck my bands up, had to start over I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes I done fuck some bands up I got to start over I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me