BOYBAND lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, shoutout Simba
Hahaha, pass me the Port
That's my f*cking n*gga
Psychedelic Trap, more like... Psyche- I don't f*cking know
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[Hook]
Boyband, huh run off with your sh*t, you n*ggas throw hands (Pew, pew)
But we bladed in this b*tch, I'm with my
Boyband, huh, run off with your sh*t, you n*ggas throw hands (Gang)
But we bladed in this b*tch, okay, now
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex

[Verse 1]
Uh
Feeling like Skrillex, 'cause I told that little b*tch to
D-D-D-D-D-D-Drop the bass
f*ck doing race, 'cause I beat the case (Yeah)
And yo' b*tch is so freaky like Cirque du Soleil (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch so bad, I need two of them (Woah)
My Rick Ross wrist on these Louboutins (Woah)
And I make yourself quack, you the violins (Mmm)
I got an Asian b*tch pregnant, I think her name is Lynn (Yeah)
So, please f*cking just stay lackin' on my best friends
Where the guy? Wonder if the young n*gga up next
Him and me used to really talk, tune on my lap, b*tch (Yeah)
Pop twenty pills so I beat up depression (Yeah, Yeah)
f*ck all you ops, see young n*gga flexin'
Shoot me, shoot me with the Smith & Wesson (Pew)
Roll the clip back, teach ya lesson (Pew, pew)
Ain't no teacher, but I f*cking meant it
[Bridge]
School caught me with four bars on the premises (Ayy)
They shouting, "f*ck EGOVERT," but my name is staying relevant (Yeah)
And I ain't gotta flirt with b*tches, I be poetic (Mwah)
Because she sucking my di*k, 'cause she feeling the aesthetic (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Make a beat to my mind
You'll see b*tches, money and crime (Woah)
I don't f*ck with you lames, you a dime
That means you not that hard to find (Aah)
Can’t envision a life without it
Been so belligerent with Xan withdrawals
My b*tch told me turn my life around
But these hot bars gonna leave you breathless (Zyoom!)
Took fourteen, now I’m on a stretcher
Got a feeling n*ggas really can’t handle pressure (Yeah)
All the superficial b*tches gonna blow me kisses
Everywhere I go, yeah I leave her [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*cked her in churches, chose Xanax to reverent (Ooh)
I wonder if I die, I'll go to Heaven (Yeah)
You got one hoe? Well, I got like seven (Woah)
'Been feeling demons since I was eleven (What?)
Yeah, my b*tch so damn thick, it taste like (Mmm) Percies
When I eat that pus*y all, like it’s damn rice, damn rice
Women, weed and liquor, that's my damn vice, damn vice
I been doing this sh*t like all damn night, all d-okay (All damn night)
[Hook]
Boyband, huh, run off with your sh*t, you n*ggas throw hands (Pew, pew)
But we bladed in this b*tch, I'm with my
Boyband, huh, run off with your sh*t, you n*ggas throw hands (Gang)
But we bladed in this b*tch, okay now
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex