[Intro]
(Sonny drop that 808)

[Chorus]
Can't tell me bout shit, bro I've been gettin' bands
All I need is TT, I don't care bout the stamp
Your bitch wants me but I sent her to gang
Cah I'm in the bando, gotta tend' to my cats
Nuff stains on my pants and that TT stinks
That's 3 jibs a day, can't chat to the kid
2 packs full of bits, flyin' on that M way
Rather turn my phone off than ever shot dead yay

[Verse 1]
Got the belly on flex, nuttin' like Big Zuu
M3 on my wrist and I trap with it too
Look at me as a lick be the last thing you do
Cah I trap with it, I don't take chase cos of food
And this whip drinks too, that's a monkey a week
Dont ask me for draws cah this Cali ain't cheap
Man say that its beef but they hate cah I'm lit
But I'm really outside gettin' paid by the [?]
I give it bro a top price, back the he made milkshakes
Back when thе Re was a Z, now its all changed
You got a handout, I made my own lanе
Late night lickin' off, baggin' up all day
I ain't buyin' OK, only coppin' TT
Big rocks but the cats still want a freebee
No chance on the white, might get a free B
Cranked off, packs still spinnin' like CD's
[Chorus]
Can't tell me bout shit, bro I've been gettin' bands
All I need is TT, I don't care bout the stamp
Your bitch wants me but I sent her to gang
Cah I'm in the bando, gotta tend' to my cats
Nuff stains on my pants and that TT stinks
That's 3 jibs a day, can't chat to the kid
2 packs full of bits, flyin' on that M way
Rather turn my phone off than ever shot dead yay

[Verse 2]
You ain't seen me in a sec, I've been ghost for a bit
Been busy in the trap, n***as know what it is
When I find where he sleeps I ain't lightin' up cribs
But I might do or send a whip through that bitch
I was broke like you, had to make those trips
Shit, all now I still make those trips
Couldn't cash out a Q, now I cop big whips
Had a blade, now the wap goes nice with my fit
Makes sense why you hate cah your bitch likes my posts
Famous on Insta but she fucks in the Golf
Tried reach for my dick but she gripped on the pole
Can't slip, I ain't tryna be another Pop Smoke
Bros pocket watchin' but he wouldn't if I put him on
I ain't rich yet so every lick I split it with my dons
If I put you on its love, I could do it on my ones
That's late night baggin' til' ya fingertips are more than numb
I'm the truth, got the court on me right now in the booth
Probation, Nando's bro I got it too
Death threats after death threats, tell me suttin' new
They ain't really on smoke
They ain't steppin' out with it full like suttins gotta go
Nuttin' got touched, you got nicked, you ain't built for this
Fuck Gucci, cop her Airmax's and she'll suck my dick
I ain't linkin' no groupies, bro can have the tings
[Chorus]
Can't tell me bout shit, bro I've been gettin' bands
All I need is TT, I don't care bout the stamp
Your bitch wants me but I sent her to gang
Cah I'm in the bando, gotta tend' to my cats
Nuff stains on my pants and that TT stinks
That's 3 jibs a day, can't chat to the kid
2 packs full of bits, flyin' on that M way
Rather turn my phone off than ever shot dead yay