OT W Buffs On lyrics

[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
This n*gga say he f*cking with me, boy, you got me f*cked up
Brodie like a petto with the chop, he finna touch some
Soon as you start getting to a bag, that's when the [?] come
Walk him down [?] do to [?]
It's ironic, I'm in Buffilow with Buffs on
I've been rich way before rap, shout out my [?]
Tell my n*gga if the play over ten, it's a must go
Do I think she gon' f*ck me off the Ac? sh*t, I hope so

[Verse 1: Armanibanz!]
Ran out of purp, so we pouring up the [?]
Getting to a bag early in the morning, like I'm Mojo
We punching at the trap spot, like it was a dojo
I don't see why n*ggas acting like some b*tches, call them JoJo
Hit a n*gga just for his kicks, like it's no joke
Only want the head, 'cause I know her kitty so so
That bird that ain't coming back, I only want some dodo
Moving dog on the yellow brick road, it's me and Todo
I ain't ask 'bout the huh
I ain't ask 'bout the price tag, what's the total?
He had thought sh*t was sweet, til we cropped him out the photo
Pull up in that big body, sending shots out the top
Pouring juice in my cup, now it's thicker than Mulatto
Making sails out the country, took a trip to Collarato
Ever since I got a bag, I can't stop f*cking with the models
Stay away from the fake and get some money, that's the moddo
[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
This n*gga say he f*cking with me, boy, you got me f*cked up
Brodie like a petto with the chop, he finna touch some
Soon as you start getting to a bag, that's when the [?] come
Walk him down [?] do to [?]
It's ironic, I'm in Buffilow with Buffs on
I've been rich way before rap, shout out my [?]
Tell my n*gga if the play over ten, it's a must go
Do I think she gon' f*ck me off the Ac? sh*t, I hope so

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Young Sack Runner
We finna slide in his whip, it's a photo
Finna spend like 1500 up in [?]
Don't make me call SHH, he on go go
Feel like Chris Brown, I want a hundred for a photo
n*ggas broke in the club, they ain't throwing sh*t
You got that gun for no reason, he ain't blowing sh*t
I'm finna drop a [?] in my Sunkiss
[?] big daddy, he don't ever buy his son sh*t
Soon as she give that pus*y up, this b*tch done with
Shot so many n*ggas with this Glock, I'm finna throw this b*tch
I heard them boys came and got you, and you told them sh*t
If this 308 bullet hit your car, it's gon' total it
How you know that n*gga got fire weed? 'Cause I sold him it
Bro got a plug on the lean, I can pour for days
I got a leg on this Drac, I can score for days
The same n*gga every f*cking year, I'm stuck in my ways
[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
This n*gga say he f*cking with me, boy, you got me f*cked up
Brodie like a petto with the chop, he finna touch some
Soon as you start getting to a bag, that's when the [?] come
Walk him down [?] do to [?]
It's ironic, I'm in Buffilow with Buffs on
I've been rich way before rap, shout out my [?]
Tell my n*gga if the play over ten, it's a must go
Do I think she gon' f*ck me off the Ac? sh*t, I hope so