[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
If it was a problem, we ain't heard about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you with the shit then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another loss for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You niggas never touchin' money, we ain't heard about it
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Ridin' in that Porsche body, tucked with them huns on me
No ones me, guns on me, bitch these funds on me
Baby throw that ass back, tote this gun for me
Shout out to the real bitches who got love for me
I been spendin' big money, legendary, big money
Ten bands choosin' fee, bitch can't get shit from me
Runnin' up that bag, GF4 with the grip on it
Been for the Glock, I don't want it 'less the stick on it, trip
I can't trust niggas, they be snitchin'
We statin' all facts, you niggas lying for attention
I been paranoid so I'm ridin' with extensions
Rounds for the opps, keep the stocks for the witness
[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
Run the streets every day and pray I make it home
Hope your ass be prepared when the pressure on
I was just with my nigga, now my nigga gone
I was just in the trap, now I'm on the road
Baggin' up, daily routine, nigga that's a must
Good with them numbers but a lot of shit ain't addin' up
I been in my bag nigga, you might catch me actin' up
Thought he had a lick 'til that draco had him backin' up
I'm the one, run that whole hood, better ask around
Locked in with some real niggas, no matter the town
I'm in too deep, you niggas probably would drown
Way past broke, poor bitch, look at a nigga now, ayy
If it was a problem, we ain't heard about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you with the shit then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another loss for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You niggas never touchin' money, we ain't heard about it
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Ridin' in that Porsche body, tucked with them huns on me
No ones me, guns on me, bitch these funds on me
Baby throw that ass back, tote this gun for me
Shout out to the real bitches who got love for me
I been spendin' big money, legendary, big money
Ten bands choosin' fee, bitch can't get shit from me
Runnin' up that bag, GF4 with the grip on it
Been for the Glock, I don't want it 'less the stick on it, trip
I can't trust niggas, they be snitchin'
We statin' all facts, you niggas lying for attention
I been paranoid so I'm ridin' with extensions
Rounds for the opps, keep the stocks for the witness
[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
Run the streets every day and pray I make it home
Hope your ass be prepared when the pressure on
I was just with my nigga, now my nigga gone
I was just in the trap, now I'm on the road
Baggin' up, daily routine, nigga that's a must
Good with them numbers but a lot of shit ain't addin' up
I been in my bag nigga, you might catch me actin' up
Thought he had a lick 'til that draco had him backin' up
I'm the one, run that whole hood, better ask around
Locked in with some real niggas, no matter the town
I'm in too deep, you niggas probably would drown
Way past broke, poor bitch, look at a nigga now, ayy
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