Fatality lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Saint Laurent we poppin' 'til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young n*ggas countin' bands to this (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
My dope boys countin' bands to this
My lil' shooters countin' bands to this
We gon' get this money that's the plan, ya dig
Them f*ck n*ggas 'ready know what it is
.40 on my waist I can't dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can't no b*tch f*ck up the plans to this
No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya dig

[Verse]
Pull up we careless, whippin' the 'Rari, diamonds colliding
You with a bad b*tch, she don't know me, n*gga doubt it
I put a b*tch in pilates, I'ma fly her to Bahamas
f*ck a bad b*tch one day, man next day got an Audi
Young n*ggas and we wildin', rich n*ggas and we rowdy
My bad b*tches making plans to this
Why the trap n*ggas weighin' grams to this?
Take a flight to fly back to the yams, ya dig
Hit a corner hustle me a Lamb, ya dig
We sippin' X till we can't stand this sh*t
Wake up at the [?] with a Spanish b*tch
Last night filmin' like a Spanish flick
Got it on my shirt, I'm like damn you did
Throwin' 36 on the fishscale
Forty-fifth for my hip make your b*tch tell, uh
'Cause we poppin' on the yams, ya dig
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya dig
[Pre-Chorus]
Saint Laurent we poppin' 'til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young n*ggas countin' bands to this (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
My dop boys countin' bands to this
My lil' shooters countin' bands to this
We gon' get this money that's the plan, ya dig
Them f*ck n*ggas 'ready know what it is
.40 on my waist I can't dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can't no b*tch f*ck up the plans to this
No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya dig