[Intro: Tate & Violet]
-one after my dad left, I was... ten, I think
Last week, first day at my new school, sucks
Westfield, right? The worst, I got thrown out of there
I hate it here, I hate everyone
All their boujee, designer bullshit
East Coast was much cooler, I mean, at least we had weather
I love it when the leaves change
Yea, me too
Why'd you move here
My dad had an affair
My mom literally caught him in the act
It’s horrible

[Chorus]
Dracos long and it's finna go down
I spent too many bands, they wеight down
Keep me a K, 'cause they еnvy them
Everybody tryna command me now
And these n***as know I don’t fuck with them
They hating, they mad, they wan' fuck with us
I stack up the bag and I double up
Got too many hoes in the Bentley truck
Me and Gang, we go way back
I just pulled off in a Maybach
You don't get bands just say that (Yea)
Bitch talking shit we don't play that (Damn)
Wiping they nose got to say slatt (Damn)
Going up, you can not stop that (Damn)
Just like a weave, I'ma snatch that (Yea)
[Verse]
Yea, delirious as fuck right now, mmhmm
Told her, "I don't give a fuck right now", mmhmm
I told her, "I want them bucks right now"
Told you that I want the cash right now
Told you that I want the bag right now
These n***as going so sad, it's sad (It's sad)
My sons talk to me, they tell me like "Dad"
B-Burberry rocking flag
These n***as be rocking them clothes (Them clothes), I still see the tags (Tags)
Tell that lil’ ho, you can’t talk to me
Run u-Run up them bands, got them [?] for free
You want the verse then you paying me
Two guns, feel like Max Payne
People think I'm going insane
I know my young n***a miss me
I’m begging my mom, counting hella cheese
Got n***as on Methamphetamine
You getting no bands, whatchu telling me?
You say you want 'em to come back, they tellin' me (Yea)

[Bridge]
Yea, yea, yea
Aye, run up too many bands
[?] a n***a talkin' ’bout
[Chorus]
Dracos long and it's finna go down
I spent too many bands, they weight down
Keep me a K, 'cause they envy them
Everybody tryna command me now
And these n***as know I don't fuck with them
They hating, they mad, they wan' fuck with us
I stack up the bag and I double up
Got too many hoes in the Bentley truck
Me and Gang, we go way back
I just pulled off in a Maybach
You don't get bands just say that (Yea)
Bitch talking shit we don't play that (Damn)
Wiping they nose got to say slatt (Damn)
Going up, you can not stop that (Damn)
Just like a weave, I'ma snatch that (Yea)