I MIGHT

[Intro: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]

Brrrra

Yeah, (ayy) nah we gon punch a bunch of times in this bitch

Hahaha, bitch

Gang

Yeah, hahahaha

Kinfolk Jon (what, ayy)

Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]

I might just run up these bands (ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)

People they don't understand (yeah)

People they don't understand (ayy)

I might just run up these bands (ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (bitch)

People they don't understand (ayy)

People they don't understand (ayy)

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]

Young nigga gotta go get a bag (Bag)

Young nigga gotta go get it fast (Fast)

I fuck your bitch so I know why you mad (Bitch)

Then a nigga pull of in a jag (Grrah, pow, pow, pow)

Pull off then I go get a check (Check)

Diamonds shinin' watch 'em dance on my neck (Huh)

Head shy there's no need for no vets (Gang)

Deal high, sendin' shot out a Tech (Gang)

Neck talk then I'm catching a fade (Bitch)

Talking guns then you know we gon' play (Huh)

A hundred shots got some bust out the 'K (Gang)

Spin a block, he get hit in broad day (Brra)

Niggas mad want the beef 'cause a bitch (Bitch)

Go down bet you niggas will snitch

Light 'K bullets go through the mist (Gang)

223 they gon' come like some bricks, ayy (Ayy)

Niggas speaking like "What's up, well I expect that action"

Broad daylight, smoke that car up, Like he smokin' Mavericks

I'm loaded up, I keep that AR and them bullets stackin'

That choppa make a nigga sing like he was a Braxton

[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]

I might just run up these bands (Ayy, yeah)

Ain't got no homies or friends (Yeah)

People they don't understand (Yeah)

People they don't understand (Ayy, ayy, gang)

I might just run up these bands (Ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (Yeah, gang)

People they don't understand (What, yeah)

People they don't understand (Grrah, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: $teven Cannon]

Beverly stunting, brought the Fisker just to fool on it

Brought the katana secret compartment with the tool on it

You was a dreamer, ten out of ten you with a stupid bitch

And probably fuck herself to my pictures and a crucifix

Niggas steady purpin had an option, I been kicking shit

Niggas run their mouth about their guns and still be getting laid

Time for  a trapper turn his rap into some business shit

Extended mag I come with sixty and you missing shit

I can't trust these niggas, they too busy on the internet

Sitting behind their Mac they can kill for this energy

I can teach your bitch, she gotta pay me just to penetrate

I got my own bitch, I ain't had no time for dinner dates, ni-

[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]

I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)

People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)

People they don't understand (ayy, gang)

I might just run up these bands (ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)

People they don't understand (yeah)

People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)

People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)

People they don't understand (ayy, gang)

I might just run up these bands (ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)

People they don't understand (yeah)

People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 3: YBN Almighty Jay]

It's YBN and Xan (Xan)

You know your bitch is a fan (fan)

I told that B Lou man love that she mad

She want me to be her man (stupid bitch)

I told my jeweler to freeze my neck

Now that bitch wettin' her pants, ooh (ice)

I made her squirt (squirt)

Damn look these bitches are flirtin' (flirtin')

Sh-sh-shoot and I take off her skirt

But it ain't workin', I guess I hadn't a virgin

Yeah, your bitch wanna fuck, these niggas hurt

'Cause I get that check first (I get that check)

They bitch too moody (moody)

The blood on the girl, 'cause that bitch was a groupie (groupie)

She tried to seduce me (what)

That bitch keeps on sending me pics of her booty (booty, bitch)

Bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)

Smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)

New coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)

These niggas (niggas), so lame (lame)

Bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)

Smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)

New coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)

These niggas, so lame (bitch)

[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]

I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)

People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)

People they don't understand (ayy, gang)

I might just run up these bands (ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)

People they don't understand (yeah, brr, brr)

People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)

People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)

People they don't understand (ayy, gang)

I might just run up these bands (ayy)

Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)

People they don't understand (yeah, brr, brr)

People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)