[Intro: Lul G]
Motherfucka wit' that shit on me
I wish a nigga would try to get on me, bitch
Motherfucka wit' that shit on me
I wish a nigga would try to…
[Chorus: Lul G]
Lil' nigga in this mothafucka, bands out
Any nigga try to reach, he get ran down
Niggas fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young nigga gettin' bands now
[Verse 1: Lul G]
I'm gettin' bands now, I'm the man now
Woulda copped two but they ran out
Two bad bitches and they stand out
In this motherfucka wit' the Glock on me
And I wish a nigga would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain't good, it is not homie
Little bruh wit' the Glock, how we pop .40
I remember we was slidin' in the Civic
Broke niggas take tabs, why you listenin'?
Had to get it, had to flip, had to kick shit
Young shit like the Grinch Stole Christmas (Broke bitch)
Lil' nigga, why the mention?
You gon' pay for your death wit' that sentence
I'll slide down your 'dress wit' that big shit
Take deck wit' the chop', how we kick flips
[Chorus: Lul G]
Lil' nigga in this mothafucka, bands out
Any nigga try to reach, he get ran down
Niggas fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young nigga gettin' bands now
[Verse 2: Lul G]
A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, 'for your click meet this clack (Click meet this clack)
Really give a fuck about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo' strap (Better keep yo' strap)
Tired of them buckets, '96 of the lot
Niggas slide through, twenty-six for the Glock (for the Glock)
Can't keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the bitch for a dime, now the bitch wanna stalk (Bitch wanna stalk)
Uh, drop bail at the bitch, young nigga Mo drop bail now I'm rich (Now I'm rich)
And I just dropped on a loft, get your ass out the way wit' the drop of a call
It’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again (Yeah we done it again)
Fuck his bitch from the back, now I'm fuckin' her friend (Now I'm fuckin' her friend)
Nigga speakin' on my name, so I'm cluckin' his mans (I'm cluckin' his mans)
On some cold weather shit, you niggas duckin' the fan (You niggas duckin' the fan)
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