Ayy, woah It's fuckin' Bandman, you heard? Y'all niggas stop cappin', God I swear Niggas really broker than broke Talk, talk, on bro Talk, talk, on bro Talk, talk, on bro Ayy, on bro, on bro, on bro Geeked up, shit takin' me out Tell Ice Spice come back to the South Do what you want, lemme' take you out Bandman, know what I'm about Folks tryna' diss, tryna' get him a clout I never seen him, what that shit about? He talkin' dumb, it's a punch in the mouth I keep a gun, but I'm on the pills In my hood I'm hated the most I cannot give her no bookbag Niggas be goofy, and they be doin' the most Big boy, where yo' hood at? Bitches be booty, and they be droppin' the lo' Look on my side, where I'm good at It get spooky, and I got a lotta dope, make them lil' niggas Ayy, hol'on, look, ayy Act like you don't understand What niggas sayin'? Know my niggas ran Just be real, niggas they be fans ATM, betta' getcha' mans 'Fore my niggas make them scram Take out a weapon, nigga, I'm a man I been the richest since I used to scam Don't gotta' flex, can run through the fans Ode de la apes, he ain't makin' profit He in the hood, bro needa' stop it She pop dick, drawers get to lockin' 'Fore I did music, used to get it poppin' Hand some action, talkin' while he drivin' Gang in the party, gripped, and we rockin' She got some bitches gettin' right behind it She got me tatted, cuttin' too much Niggas be lyin' to they bros and hoes They must wanna' beef, go grab yo' pole My bro tryna' get him a head tap, not just tryna' take a niggas soul 'Fore I go run up a bag off a AP, bitch, I ain't never had to hit a stove In this club, shit, I'm like Jay-Z, free bro, he the hood Hov' My niggas know I love all the bros These niggas ain't tough, nigga, you just drove She a bop, take my soul She eat dick while we on the road Tryna' throw in a AMG, I'm gettin' sick and tired of the Rolls Tryna' wild in a AMG, I'm gettin'- look (ayy), look (ayy), look Chi' with me, he a creeper New Forces, make you crease 'em Might fuck, that lil' shit decent Got a thing for my bitch peaches Her man Delaney Hall, lemme' fuck, like he don't need her Lil' bitch been fuckin' the gang, you ain't know that bitch a eater Glizzy'll hit him, you know how we do I wish my nigga was here in the booth Niggas be mad I be sayin' the truth And I got in the booth, but what I look like, you? I was 18, fuckin' them grown bitches All the old niggas, they be blue All this "opp this," all this "opp that" Needa' stop that, niggas fu' Go get some money 'fore a nigga die I don't wanna have to make a mother cry Throwin', I had to send him to Allah I put that on bro, my niggas, they gon' ride Don't got the money, you could never hide I got enough money, get you niggas fried Don't got the money, you could never hide Got enough money, get you niggas fried Ayy Ayy, look hide Ayy, look Got enough money, you could never hide Ayy, on bro Got enough money, you could never hide Got enough money, get you niggas fried Got enough money, get you niggas fried, ayy