[Intro: XELA]
I'ma keep it on me
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (Bitch)
(Mighty Bruce Waynne)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (Bitch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (Bitch)
Bitch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this bitch, we posted like a army

[Verse 1: Yung Bitch]
Your girl on my dick, she gave me top, ayy
Pipe on my fuckin' waist like a sawman
Why your girlfriend cheat 'cause she like me
I think I'm God, now you tryna be just like me
Swear to God, every woman screamin' pipe me
She ask me if I'm fuckin' single, I say, "Bitch, I might be"
Twelve rings on and my chain shinin'
Tryna stash my fuckin' chain and the things flyin'
Oh, oh, runnin' bands for your mans, ho
Tryna pop a check, tryna get my fuckin' bread, ho
As a youngin', runnin' houses, what a mess, ho
I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I need bands, ho
[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (Bitch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (Bitch)
Bitch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this bitch, we posted like a army

[Verse 2: Original God]
Shawty so bomb, I just might call her Hiroshima
And her waist's so thin, don't think there is someone to feed her now
Even last year, that wouldn't be something I'd say
But last week, I killed my morals, drowned her head inside the bay, yeah
What you say? Talkin' shit on Facebook, know you just a fake
Buy an FTP, then your favorite rapper thinks you lame
IDK, I don't even know what kind of songs to play
'Cause everything I drop these skinny waifus say, "That's fucking flames"

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (Bitch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (Bitch)
Bitch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this bitch, we posted like a army
[Verse 3: Swerzie]
Ayy, posted like a fuckin' army, n***a
All these rappers tryna harm me, n***a
But I get the 'K, and let the Tommy hit 'em
Bitches fuckin' while a n***a lovin'
Ain't no time for the fuckin' cuffin'
Yung Bitch with an old bitch
Heard they stuntin' on us, but they know they bluffin'
Fuck the population, we on detonation
Blowin' uppin' nations, ain't no explanation
How we fuckin' made it
Tell 'em to suck a dick and die if they resolve to fuckin' hatin'
Cut my wrist with my emo bitch
Mix the blood in cappuccino shit
We need verses, I'm the free throw, bit'
'Cause a n***a ballin' like chemo, bitch

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (Bitch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (Bitch)
Bitch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this bitch, we posted like a army