[Intro]
(Mm, Elii)

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
If I said it, I mean it and I'ma stand on it
This shit ain't come to me easy, I had to plan on it
Everything goin' crazy, I get my hands on it
That n***a talk out his neck 'til I put some bands on it
N***a look crazy, I got these bands on me
Brother trippin', he got it, he tryna blam homie
Bro got that drop where they sittin', let's pull up van on it
Same block they was runnin', them n***as ran on it

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Huh? If they book me for a show, I got my slam on me
N***as pussy, I'm knowin' that I can't stand homie
Brother got it, he blowin', he tryna fan homie
Feel like it's rainin' and snowin', I need them bands on me
Yeah, I feel like I'm havin' trust issues
Mama sayin', "These n***as act like they fuck with you"
I lost my brother, I'm hurtin', no playin' tough with you
And why you call him your brother if he won't bust with you?
Yeah, and we been trippin' for a long time
If lil' baby ain't payin', she gettin' no time
Bullet size of a Jolly, we shootin' four-fives
And you be playin' when n***as like you got four lives
Huh? Your brother died and you gon' go live
You gotta watch him, he mainey, he playin' both sides
Since n***as fuck with them suckers, shit, we on both sides
Your brother snitchin' and tellin' and you his cosign
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
If I said it, I mean it and I'ma stand on it
This shit ain't come to me easy, I had to plan on it
Everything goin' crazy, I get my hands on it
That n***a talk out his neck 'til I put some bands on it
N***a look crazy, I got these bands on me
Brother trippin', he got it, he tryna blam homie
Bro got that drop where they sittin', let's pull up van on it
Same block they was runnin', them n***as ran on it

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
N***a go crazy, I got these bands on me
This shit be hard to believe it, I got these fans on me
The way them narcs pull up on me, feel like the Klan on me
I don't listen to n***as, that shit is canned, homie
If they test, gotta show 'em it ain't no playin' with you
And that jungle be chilly, just have that flame with you
Fuck them n***as D ridin', can't let 'em hang with you
'Cause when you down on your lonely, it ain't no gang with you
N***as ain't 'bout it, ain't fearin' nobody
I got some n***as behind me ain't sparin' nobody
If I send 'em, they comin', they tryna score 'bout me
Run him down in his Maisons, they makin' sure 'bout me
Ayy, one time for them n***as that's speakin' down on me
Shit, I love when they hatin', it put a smile on me
'Cause they know how I'm comin', I'm drippin' down, homie
Showin' off for them bitches, they gettin' clowned, homie
[Chorus: Lil Bean & Lil Yee]
If I said it, I mean it and I'ma stand on it
This shit ain't come to me easy, I had to plan on it
Everything goin' crazy, I get my hands on it
That n***a talk out his neck 'til I put some bands on it
N***a look crazy, I got these bands on me (These bands on me)
Brother trippin', he got it, he tryna blam homie (Lil' Cita Son)
Bro got that drop where they sittin', let's pull up van on it (Lil Bean, what's happenin'?)
Same block they was runnin', them n***as ran on it (Ayy, look)

[Verse 3: Lil Yee]
Everything goin' crazy, I put my hands on it (I put my hands on it)
Hundred thou' in two accounts, yeah, I'm the man, homie (Yeah, I'm the man, homie)
Young n***a got more money than your big homie
Your bitch on me, disrespect me, I'ma flip on him
I keep stick on me in traffic, we bust a bitch on him
Drop the tint on him, the 40, I let it trip on him
Yeah, these funny n***as can't get to me
If that bitch ain't talkin' money, don't say shit to me
Drop a whole six in a Fanta, yeah, I be big sippy
And I keep all blue hundreds, my money big Crippy
Drip-drippy, Mike Amiri cost ten-fifty
And if you not in my circle, then you can't sit with me
I can't really trust new friends (Ayy)
I had to cut off the loose ends
And if I said it, I mean it, then I'ma stand on it
Free TG, my cuddy know I'm the man on 'em
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
If I said it, I mean it and I'ma stand on it
This shit ain't come to me easy, I had to plan on it
Everything goin' crazy, I get my hands on it
That n***a talk out his neck 'til I put some bands on it
N***a look crazy, I got these bands on me
Brother trippin', he got it, he tryna blam homie
Bro got that drop where they sittin', let's pull up van on it
Same block they was runnin', them n***as ran on it