[Intro: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
Brrrra
Yeah, (ayy) nah we gon punch a bunch of times in this bitch
Hahaha, bitch
Gang
Yeah, hahahaha
Kinfolk Jon (what, ayy)
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah)
People they don't understand (ayy)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (bitch)
People they don't understand (ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy)
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Young nigga gotta go get a bag (Bag)
Young nigga gotta go get it fast (Fast)
I fuck your bitch so I know why you mad (Bitch)
Then a nigga pull of in a jag (Grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Pull off then I go get a check (Check)
Diamonds shinin' watch 'em dance on my neck (Huh)
Head shy there's no need for no vets (Gang)
Deal high, sendin' shot out a Tech (Gang)
Neck talk then I'm catching a fade (Bitch)
Talking guns then you know we gon' play (Huh)
A hundred shots got some bust out the 'K (Gang)
Spin a block, he get hit in broad day (Brra)
Niggas mad want the beef 'cause a bitch (Bitch)
Go down bet you niggas will snitch
Light 'K bullets go through the mist (Gang)
223 they gon' come like some bricks, ayy (Ayy)
Niggas speaking like "What's up, well I expect that action"
Broad daylight, smoke that car up, Like he smokin' Mavericks
I'm loaded up, I keep that AR and them bullets stackin'
That choppa make a nigga sing like he was a Braxton
Brrrra
Yeah, (ayy) nah we gon punch a bunch of times in this bitch
Hahaha, bitch
Gang
Yeah, hahahaha
Kinfolk Jon (what, ayy)
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah)
People they don't understand (ayy)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (bitch)
People they don't understand (ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy)
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Young nigga gotta go get a bag (Bag)
Young nigga gotta go get it fast (Fast)
I fuck your bitch so I know why you mad (Bitch)
Then a nigga pull of in a jag (Grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Pull off then I go get a check (Check)
Diamonds shinin' watch 'em dance on my neck (Huh)
Head shy there's no need for no vets (Gang)
Deal high, sendin' shot out a Tech (Gang)
Neck talk then I'm catching a fade (Bitch)
Talking guns then you know we gon' play (Huh)
A hundred shots got some bust out the 'K (Gang)
Spin a block, he get hit in broad day (Brra)
Niggas mad want the beef 'cause a bitch (Bitch)
Go down bet you niggas will snitch
Light 'K bullets go through the mist (Gang)
223 they gon' come like some bricks, ayy (Ayy)
Niggas speaking like "What's up, well I expect that action"
Broad daylight, smoke that car up, Like he smokin' Mavericks
I'm loaded up, I keep that AR and them bullets stackin'
That choppa make a nigga sing like he was a Braxton
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