[Intro]
Yeah, Keshawn got the fire beat, motherfucker
[Chorus: Lil Mosey & Lewie]
Ayy, lil' mama threw it back (Lil Bitch), we gon' run up a sack (Nigga, sack)
Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lot of that (Bands)
And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back (Yeah we–)
Holdin' on the choppa got a SK in the back
With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing (Ain't worried '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
[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
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)
Yeah, Keshawn got the fire beat, motherfucker
[Chorus: Lil Mosey & Lewie]
Ayy, lil' mama threw it back (Lil Bitch), we gon' run up a sack (Nigga, sack)
Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lot of that (Bands)
And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back (Yeah we–)
Holdin' on the choppa got a SK in the back
With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing (Ain't worried '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
[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
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)
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