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[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
In that different tax bracket, Uncle Sam on my ass
Detroit legend, I'm a GOAT ridin' in a Lam'
Boy, don't stick out your hand, you know we smoked your mans, huh
It was super easy, cut your b*tch off, that b*tch super needy
Super risky, real snowman, who the f*ck is Jeezy?
I'm on Strathmo with Busy B, .223
And with a brick of that Whitney
R.I.P Lenny, half a mil' in giffies, had the check cashin'
Hop in that Bentley from that 550 like we car jackin'
Come and kill me, ain't no ho in me, I don't want no pass
My b*tch the baddest, whip the fastest, and I f*ck her better than you, huh
Who want all the static? We with all the action
So, lil' n*gga, what the f*ck you wanna do?
Rose gold the Patek, I'ma leavе it naked
But this motherf*ckin' Rollie gеttin' blew, huh
Rich fly fat n*gga, but I'm really burnt, though
Stuck-up broke b*tches don't even get burnt on
Run a n*gga out his trap house, it got foreclosed
I heard that lil' money ran out, unemployment closed (Broke as f*ck)

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
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And I'm sweatin', whippin' dope on the stove
Hot, hot
Hold on, lil' b*tch, just let me throw my ice on
The bank closed, n*gga, but the mattress twenty-four
Put my cape on, I don't save the ho, I save the dough
I ain't Beethov', boy, I got them keys on the floor
I play a Drake song, then put them bullet holes through your door (No fakin')
[Verse 2: The Big Homie]
How you wanna be an opp? You ain't even ready to die
I can't hit him with the yop, why? They gon' know it's me
f*ck it, use the ten milli', hoo, free my n*gga Milly
Courtside, them n*ggas hot and ready for it
He got hit so many times, he be in traffic paranoid
You the type to get your life took, yop, I'ma take one
I'm so much of a tweaker, pop ****
It's too late to pick a side, killed a n*gga in the middle
He scary, he don't wanna stand with me
f*ck you think, the opposite gon' kill me?
They hoes for real
Nah, for real, 'cause they got bullet holes in 'em
Get nothin' but 8 off the court 'cause all he do is goaltend
I'm really tryna score, once the n*gga dead, what you tryna pour?
He said a four, but I said a five 'cause that's all we tote
Say a joke about my brother, pop up knockin' at your door
I'm high as hell, finna smack a tree, it's time to go home
Fap, fap, walk his ass down, seen him hit the ground
Should've let him cruise off the block, granny in the blinds
Finna pocket dial her phone, pick up the phone, can't see the homicide
We just blame it on the bullets, he still alive, how the f*ck he survive?

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
And if he did live, he ain't normal
Chopper close to me in case today, I meet my karma
Pack in the established, turn a n*gga to a martyr
And my trap still enormous, hundred-fifty bowls of water
And all my dog harnessed, I just hit it, you can bang it, you can snort it
I don't believe n*ggas, when I see n*ggas, they be sweet with it
Damn, homie, I'm goin' to eat with it, even sleep with it
n*ggas cheap, a hundred'll get him killed by the week ending
Shoot it up for free since you locked in with us
Up your yeek, b*tch, it's stretch gang, EST
We got the streets
They be soundin' T'd, but n*ggas just be gangsters on IG
This .223'll nail a n*gga to his motherf*ckin' seat, yeah
b*tch-ass n*gga
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hot
And I'm sweatin', whippin' dope on the stove
Hot, hot
Hold on, lil' b*tch, just let me throw my ice on
The bank closed, n*gga, but the mattress twenty-four
Put my cape on, I don't save the ho, I save the dough
I ain't Beethov', boy, I got them keys on the floor
I play a Drake song, then put them bullet holes through your door (No fakin')