Track5 lyrics

[Hook: YRB]

Popping bands gripping steel n*gga
Popping bands gripping steel n*gga
You don't wanna get killed n*gga
You don't wanna get killed n*gga
Popping bands gripping steel n*gga (West Pines!)
Popping bands gripping steel n*gga
You don't wanna get killed n*gga (nah!)
You don't wanna get killed n*gga

[Verse: Dreyyz]

You talking like you want it
I'm talking like I own it
Tryna kick it with your b*tch
But you acting like a goalie
Rap game Messi
Like some f*cking ravioli
Kizzle in the kitchen whipping up a new porsche
Whipping up the yola, serving out of Bino's yota
Hit the Motorola if you tryna fill your nose up
All these hoes, bruh I swear I'm on they Wanted posters
Or they front row of the show tryna pull me closer
Tryna get a lil' shine from a n*gga like me
I swear I'm Kia Shine, so f*cking crispy
Who's f*cking with West Pines or the motherf*cking League
No-f*cking-body n*ggas p-i-e
I swear on my life to put the knife to your wife if you don't pay tonight, n*gga ight
I'll leave a clip of that sh*t recorded
Just so you know that I warned you before it
Yuhhh
[Hook]


[Verse 2: Dreyyz]

Verse 2, Phase 2
And I just wanna - wait I'm not Carter Dreu
Never mind that, where the beat at?
Where the freaks at? Where my ski mask? And where my heat at?
But the Winter X Games 'round my neck though
Yeah Alaskan diamonds hanging just chest low
Chain Hang Low - Jibbs on the ringtone
Jerm calling 'bout to re-up on the kush smoke
That Reggie Miller doe, bet it make yo ass choke
But I'm Kobe Bean Bryant in the clutch ho
Drop the clutch, switch gears in the Lambo
Paint the same color as the middle of a cantaloupe
n*gga better handle yo b*tch (why?)
Cause she wanna roll with a n*gga with 6 figures on his whip
6 figures on his di*k
That's 100,000 b*tches on my Versace denim linen
Looking like litter with this pus*y all up in it