[Intro]
(Damjonboi)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
[Chorus: Prince Jefe & BabyTron]
Broke up with my bitch, I'm cookin' zips, can get another one
I'm workin' my shoulder and my wrist to scrape a hundred-plus
Catch a nigga lackin', up my blick and drop a honey bun
Why you sittin' with your hands out? Go get some money, bum
Shit, it's time to throw the wires on the wire
Fishtailin' in Pirellis, you see fire on the tires
Up the score, we in the finals, slam a bitch, but don't do titles
Akhi too precise with rifles, now your mans need a revival
[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
No interruption, I'm in here makin' a brick
He ain't die, but he paralyzed, we made that boy a crip
But don't ask me who I'm with, we slide right past and lеt it hit
I got fiends chasin' the dragon, this new dopе right here the shit
Hell nah, I don't got no plan on savin' these hoes
Put the pole on his old-ass unc', what you on?
Nigga rappin' like he sellin' bricks, I think he lyin' though
I hit your town a thousand eight degrees and ball like Lonzo
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Cuddy, he ain't got no rap career, he slap yola (Brrt)
We don't pass 'Woods, but you might see us match sodas
I might pull up, shoot a movie like I'm Fat Sosa
How you call yourself a sipper? Never had an Act' coma (Rookie)
Shit, TRX or Shelbys, we don't do Tacomas
Kitchen like a cafeteria, it got a food aroma (Woo)
California king, I used to have to do the sofa (Man)
Yohji Yamamotos, used to do the red monkeys
(Damjonboi)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
[Chorus: Prince Jefe & BabyTron]
Broke up with my bitch, I'm cookin' zips, can get another one
I'm workin' my shoulder and my wrist to scrape a hundred-plus
Catch a nigga lackin', up my blick and drop a honey bun
Why you sittin' with your hands out? Go get some money, bum
Shit, it's time to throw the wires on the wire
Fishtailin' in Pirellis, you see fire on the tires
Up the score, we in the finals, slam a bitch, but don't do titles
Akhi too precise with rifles, now your mans need a revival
[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
No interruption, I'm in here makin' a brick
He ain't die, but he paralyzed, we made that boy a crip
But don't ask me who I'm with, we slide right past and lеt it hit
I got fiends chasin' the dragon, this new dopе right here the shit
Hell nah, I don't got no plan on savin' these hoes
Put the pole on his old-ass unc', what you on?
Nigga rappin' like he sellin' bricks, I think he lyin' though
I hit your town a thousand eight degrees and ball like Lonzo
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Cuddy, he ain't got no rap career, he slap yola (Brrt)
We don't pass 'Woods, but you might see us match sodas
I might pull up, shoot a movie like I'm Fat Sosa
How you call yourself a sipper? Never had an Act' coma (Rookie)
Shit, TRX or Shelbys, we don't do Tacomas
Kitchen like a cafeteria, it got a food aroma (Woo)
California king, I used to have to do the sofa (Man)
Yohji Yamamotos, used to do the red monkeys
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