[Intro]
Yeah, hey, he—
I can't do the hey's on this today, fuck it

[Chorus]
Uh, I get lots of dough, ooh
That bitch wanna fuck, I told her, "No, get out my home," uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some shit I know
Yeah, you know I'm from the fall
Get the bands then I go
Sippin' lean, movin' slow, but you already know, uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some shit I know

[Verse]
I see a bad bitch, I'm on it
I don't sip OJ 'cause it's lean in the mornin'
Scored a touchdown on a pint, lil' bitch, I'm scorin'
I just popped a Vicodin, and bitch I'm soarin'
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Can you smell that?
Smokin' on gas, can you smell that?
Just walked in with a Kel-Tec
No C-O-D, got a Semtex, uh
Movin' the P's and the G's out the court
He talkin' shit, send his ass to the Lord
V's in the VVS on me likе Sport
House in the Hills with the kеys to the Porsche
I spin the crack, I feel like I'm Bobby
Your money short like an elf, Dobby
Your bitch, she love my features, body
Lil' n***a run up on me, homi'
[Chorus]
Uh, I get lots of dough, ooh
That bitch wanna fuck, I told her, "No, get out my home," uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some shit I know
Yeah, you know I'm from the fall
Get the bands then I go
Sippin' lean, movin' slow, but you already know, uh
Pick up the pace, uh, that lil' n***a too slow
Bands too big, won't fold, that's some shit I know