Yeah, Keshawn got the fire beat, motherfucker Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lotta that And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back Holdin' on the choppa got a SK in the back With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing My young niggas swerve when we started switchin' lanes Runnin' up that bag, we ain't worry 'bout the fame MKF, Bandkids in the motherfuckin' gangs Hop up in the 'Rari, young nigga, love flexin' Lookin' at you, like bitch, who you impressin'? I'm wit' MKF, so you better learn your lesson I put a .22, just like a Smith & Wesson Got a whole lotta bands, now I'm ballin' Last year got dissed, but I bounce back like Spalding Just left the south end, go perform in Austin Last year left Seattle, got a coupe, just always flossin' Baby at my crib, so you know just how I do And I might fuck yo' best friend right after you And I never give a fuck if you ask what I'ma do And I'm laughin' at you 'cause you soft like Hi-Chew (Lil' bitch) Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lotta that And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back Holdin' on the choppa, got a SK in the back With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing My young niggas swerve when we started switchin' lanes Runnin' up that bag, we ain't worry 'bout the fame MKF, Bandkids in the motherfuckin' gangs Lewie, I'm really on my shit On some I told you shit I've been focused lately, baby, how you ain't notice this Me and Mosey in the cut, rise up, rollin' up MKF and that's the gang, kush, we goin' up Shawty I came right out the mud, you gotta show me sum' Had it 'cause I'm suckin niggas up tryna help me up Fuck the opposition, they can't help us love Imma blow you, right above me, you 'prolly sippin' mud I'm just shinin' wit my bands, get a bustdown They hatin' 'till I pull that BM 'Doub truck round I told my bro he got a bag when he touch down Young niggas come up from nun', watch how we come now Aye, feelin' like that nigga you can't touch him Nigga, I don't want that kiss, 'cause she a dub, I'm not a dumb nigga You can't touch, young nigga, aye, we rollin' up Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lotta that And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back Holdin' on the choppa, got a SK in the back With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing My young niggas swerve when we started switchin' lanes Runnin' up that bag, we ain't worry 'bout the fame MKF, Bandkids in the motherfuckin' gangs