[Intro]
Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, turn that, turn-turn that, turn that shit up in my headphones
Let the BandPlay
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You niggas softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh
I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh
They like, "This young nigga won," uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
These hoes say that I'm the bomb, these niggas is bums
Yeah, I came up from a crumb (Yeah)
Yeah I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I'm a don (Yeah)
These niggas ain't did what I done (Uh-uh)
Hot and paid, dope in my lungs (Yeah), sticks and them drums
Yeah, I got guns like Saddam
Locked up ten hours, made bond (Yeah), bitch, I'm the one (Yeah)
Gettin' this cash by the ton (Yeah)
I put some ice on my mom (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun (Son of a gun)
Yeah, I shine hot as the sun (Shine)
Diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
Bitch, I get high as a drone
Smokin' exotic, recordin' this song
Yeah, and I just got off the phone
My bitch keep on beggin' for me to come home (Okay)
Baby, I can't 'cause I'm makin' this play
Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate
Yeah, young nigga ballin', bitch, I came a long way
I remember them days when you would shoot on the crate (Ball)
Yeah, if you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, get out my face
My gang got everything that yours ain't
Hoppin' out the dually truck, that's the Paper Route tank (Skrrt)
Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, turn that, turn-turn that, turn that shit up in my headphones
Let the BandPlay
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You niggas softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh
I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh
They like, "This young nigga won," uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
These hoes say that I'm the bomb, these niggas is bums
Yeah, I came up from a crumb (Yeah)
Yeah I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I'm a don (Yeah)
These niggas ain't did what I done (Uh-uh)
Hot and paid, dope in my lungs (Yeah), sticks and them drums
Yeah, I got guns like Saddam
Locked up ten hours, made bond (Yeah), bitch, I'm the one (Yeah)
Gettin' this cash by the ton (Yeah)
I put some ice on my mom (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun (Son of a gun)
Yeah, I shine hot as the sun (Shine)
Diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
Bitch, I get high as a drone
Smokin' exotic, recordin' this song
Yeah, and I just got off the phone
My bitch keep on beggin' for me to come home (Okay)
Baby, I can't 'cause I'm makin' this play
Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate
Yeah, young nigga ballin', bitch, I came a long way
I remember them days when you would shoot on the crate (Ball)
Yeah, if you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, get out my face
My gang got everything that yours ain't
Hoppin' out the dually truck, that's the Paper Route tank (Skrrt)
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