[Verse 1: Lul G]
Big bands, big dreams too
Got a Glock finna swerve in this Benz Coupe
Glock 18 fully, bitch a Gen 2
Tryna run it up lemme show you what these bands do
Yea yea took his bitch that's a throwback
Yellow golds top and bottom bitch, Kodak
I keep it on me, we bussing and bro strapped
Speaking down on the gang bitch get both macs
Bust down lemme show you what this cash do
10 bands out a bitch, show you what that lash do (Nerd!)
Quit talkin' on the net we gon' blast you
Guess you ain't hear what happened to yo last dude
[Hook: Lul G]
DAMN! I can't trust niggas, DAMN!
I don't fuck wit' you
Slimmy by my side, Shooter he'll pluck niggas
And its strictly only brothers
Nigga I don't fuck wit' you, Bitch
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Can't rock with the Glock if the stick ain't long
If we up in yo city then yo bitch ain't home
Taking trips ain't shit if the trip ain't long
If I can take this nigga bitch then his grip ain't strong
I don't fuck with nigga but you fuck niggas knew that
Young wild nigga on my waist where a boot at
Bitch I'm DaBoii wit one word but with two caps
Playing wit yo life don't be mad when you lose that
Yea, I love to talk shit, Niggas broke clap it up cause they talk rich
Game on, I get cake then I off it
Group of bad hoes when we slide then we all hit
Yo bitch gave a nigga brain till she hella dumb
Thought I was on mars but I'm not I'm off hella drugs
Cause I ain't been sober for a minute since I met the plug
Strippers on my dick when I slide make em fetch a dub
Couple shells in a clip come and catch a slug
And for that money I'm a fiend bitch I fell in love
Yea I talk a lot of shit but I'm barely done
And stop acting like you bro cause you barely cuzz'
[Verse 3: TD Bandz]
Thumbin' through these blues like muhfuckin banker
No small bills only fuck with Ben Franklins
SOB the gang what the fuck you niggas thinking
Only pink bottles what the fuck you niggas drankin'?
Totin with the shred quick to knock a nigga head off
SOB tophat, bitch I'm like Adolf
Fillin' up the bag cause we just got the weight off
Countin up on base off, head coach, play call
Still rockin' with the same niggas from the stoop
D butta with the XD in his boot
No pump fake if he up he gon' shoot
16 touched 20, 9th grade, cap coupe
Now the book is on the rollie on some other shit
And I'm still getting money out my other bitch
Jay the brother top out on this one
Promoter Jay I see you boy!
Next thing on me you know how we rocking
[Outro: Lul G]
Damn! I can't trust niggas, Damn!
I don't fuck with you
Slimmy by my side
Shooter he'll pluck niggas
And its Strictly Only Brothers
Nigga, I don't fuck with you, Damn
Damn! I can't trust niggas, Damn!
I don't fuck with you
Slimmy by my side
Shooter he'll pluck niggas
And its Strictly Only Brothers
Nigga, I don't fuck with you, Bitch!
Nigga, I don't fuck with you
Nigga, I don't fuck with you, Bitch!
Nigga, I don't fuck with you, Bitch!
Nigga, I don't fuck with you!
