Bands* ‎OsamaSon (Ft. ​che)

Lyrics from snippet

[Intro]
Boop-boop, boop-boop, boop-boop, boop-boop, boop-boop

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Lil' ho see the flex, yeah, now she want her new Chanel (Go, go)
Pussy, this a Lamb' truck, fill my cup or go to hell (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pussy, get your bands up, talk 'bout [?], yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?], this the work (Bee)
Designer shit, this ho for the birds (Bee)
Spinnin' in the A, that's where I keep my burst, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop, boop-boop, boop-boop, boop-boop)
Do that boy the worst, yeah, do that boy the worst, yeah
Thousand dollars shirt (Let's go), took his ho, I'm paid, bitch [?] (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
They like, ''How that work?'' Huh, richer than your mans bitch (Yeah)
Hol' up, [?] push up, show you who the man is
I pull up, I'm throwin' bands, bitch (Yeah, yeah), throwin' bands, bitch

[Verse: che]
[?], get your mans hit
...
I'm like [?] (What? What?)
What, Eugh
Bullets go, bullets holes (BANG!), yeah, through his chеst (Go!)
I ran through some checks (What?), Your bitch...
...
I just popped a kilo, turn up, bеst friend she know how to do the race (Yeah)
Foreign white hoes wanna fuck me out in Budapest