Yeah and you know that I'm right

And sometimes you remind me of the night

You can see the glock 'cause my pants fit tight

Oh woah

You about to run out of luck

'Lenciaga pants, what the fuck, you running out of bands

Back it up girl I'm tryna see you dance

You was crying for me, I gave you a hand

She my wife, I might pull out a band

Let's have a battle of the bands

Yeah this shawty, she can suck me with no hands

I'm done with the pornstar hoes

My brother, he a fiend, yeah he blowing o's yeah

I might just pass that hoe to my brother

I kinda hate it but I love it

Yeah that hoe I kinda hate her but I love her

Seen her in the club, she ain't like no other

Fuck around, I might hit it with no (woo)

My diamonds like the sun

Yeah I shine bright, I'm like the one

I realised I don't need no one

All I really need is the blunt

Yeah and you know that I'm right

And sometimes you remind me of the night

You can see the glock 'cause my pants fit tight

Oh woah

You about to run out of luck

'Lenciaga pants, what the fuck, you running out of bands

Back it up girl I'm tryna see you dan-