Wholelot ! ​tana

[Intro]
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Hol' up, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, uh)
Yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah (Ah)

[Chorus]
She wanna fuck, yeah, okay
I made a whole 'nother wave
I'm out in Paris, in France, yeah
I'm with my bro, by the way
You tryn' geek up with my gang?
I come and pick you up at 8
I'm runnin' this shit like Usain
Lil Bana, he winnin' the race
Whole lotta, whole lotta hate

[Verse]
My pockets, they way too fat
I'm havin' racks on racks, on racks
I'm havin' racks on racks, on-
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons
Brother got 5.56, on 'em
Pulled off, you won't make it back home
Yeah-yeah, I can't feel shit
Yeah-yeah, Bana kill shit
I put triplets in that bitch, just like a drill beat
Bitch, can you feel this?
Bitch, can you hear me?
That bitch came my way, 'cause she needed some healin'
(Ah, ah)