[Intro: MongoBands]
(Bofino on it, you ain't know?)
Yeah
Come on
Uh, let's go
Yup

[Chorus: MongoBands]
Woah
Trappin' it out, goin' crazy, exotic up in every 'bow
How to get to the cash, man, I ain't even know
How to grow up a little, ain't starvin' no more (Nope)
Woah
I ain't had shit, I remember you? No
I was rock bottom, way under the floor
Everything kinda changed, I could buy me a store (Buy me a store)
Woah
Ridin' 'round through my city, just gettin' to the dough (Skrrt)
I'm somethin' like the best and I know that for sure
I ain't nothin' like the rest 'cause these n***as for show (I ain't nothin' like the rest of these n***as)
Woah
I hеard that they talk and don't live by the codе
I'm keepin' my distance, don't give me that cold
A whole bunch of shooters around me on go

[Verse 1: MongoBands]
Watch your foot in the spot 'cause it's pounds on the floor (Watch that shit)
A whole bunch of hate, so I know how it go
Don't need me no love, I just need me a 'bow (Uh-uh)
I don't want no fans, I just want support
Everything that I do, gotta do for my folks (Yup)
I can't even take no pictures, they watchin' them posts (Yup)
My lil' n***a sixteen with them exotic loads (Yup)
We ain't holdin' out shit, everything gotta go
I'm somethin' like the best, ain't nothin' like the rest
He said that he steppin', put him to the test
I'm tryna put me a n***a to rest
I'm just chasin' the check, bitch, I hope I don't wreck
Fuck 'bout your vest, he gon' aim at your neck
We ain't hit all of them, we come back for the rest (Yup)
I do what I want and you do what you can
I don't even like to rap, bitch, I feel like the man
I was broke as a bitch and you wouldn't understand
That's why I go hard every time that I can
If this shit don't work out, back to trappin' again
I'm with all of my n***as, pop you like a Xan'
He got left where he at, you could say he ain't ran
I ain't worried 'bout them bitches, I'm worried 'bout them bands
[Verse 2: Big Scarr]
Bands, woah (Woah), woah (Woah), Frozone (Let's go)
Too-too many racks, I can't hold up my pants
They like, "That n***a Scarr, he back at it again"
Shooters come through in a 4MATIC Benz
I ain't talkin' ballet, all they know is let's spin
Don't give a fuck 'bout no friends
Bitch, I'm countin' blue faces, got paper cuts all in my hand
Don't think it's sweet 'cause I rap, I'll pull this bitch out
With the Glock, walk him down with a grin
Free all my n***as that's locked in the pen'
Do this shit off the head, no, I don't need a pen
And I been peepin' the fakin' and snakin'
I see all the hate through these Cartier lens
In this life full of sin
They pray I don't make it, I hope that I win
All by myself, bitch, I stand on my ten
If rappin' don't work, I'm back trappin' again

[Chorus: MongoBands]
Woah
Trappin' it out, goin' crazy, exotic up in every 'bow
How to get to the cash, man, I ain't even know
How to grow up a little, ain't starvin' no more (Nope)
Woah
I ain't had shit, I remember you? No
I was rock bottom, way under the floor
Everything kinda changed, I could buy me a store (Buy me a store)
Woah
Ridin' 'round through my city, just gettin' to the dough (Skrrt)
I'm somethin' like the best and I know that for sure
I ain't nothin' like the rest 'cause these n***as for show (I ain't nothin' like the rest of these n***as)
Woah
I heard that they talk and don't live by the code
I'm keepin' my distance, don't give me that cold
A whole bunch of shooters around me on go
[Outro]
(Bofino on it, you ain't know?)