france lyrics

[Intro]
(met me a saks? i've never been at saks, i never been-)

[Chorus]
I'm from the band, yeah
Tryna f*ck on yo friend, yeah
Huh, finna hop off the van, yeah
F- f- finna do it again, yeah
Huh, finna hit her friend, yeah
Fr- fr- freak b*tch taking my pants off
Re- re- real sh*t n*gga, ain't airsoft
Hi- hit that b*tch, yeah, her hair soft
Lil zen don't play fair, nah
Bi- b*tch think i care, nah
Flex some bands, hoe stare, yeah
b*tch ion rock hysteric, no
We gon get him gone, put them racks on his head, yeah

Money my language, watch me lane switch
Bands what i came with, all that gas, i'm faded
Got me f*cked up, i ain't chasing
Mask on me like jason
GTA, you wasted
My di*k she gon face it
All that gas not laced b*tch
Run from the feds, check my laces
Balenci not asics, we gon let that K rip
[?], she gon get a face lift
2 bands in a day, [?], up like "yeah, i made it"
Huh, huh, huh
[Chorus]
I'm from the band, yeah
Tryna f*ck on yo friend, yeah
Huh, finna hop off the van, yeah
F- f- finna do it again, yeah
Huh, finna hit her friend, yeah
Fr- fr- freak b*tch taking my pants off
Re- re- real sh*t n*gga, ain't airsoft
Hi- hit that b*tch, yeah, her hair soft
Lil zen don't play fair, nah
Bi- b*tch think i care, nah
Flex some bands, hoe stare, yeah
b*tch ion rock hysteric, no
We gon get him gone, put them racks on his head, yeah