Fuck that shit yeah I’ll put it on a key
I don’t care if I crash the whip cause I got so many keys
I just spent like so much time flexing out this whip
I don’t give a fuck cause I got nightmares all again
Yeah who the fuck I’mma grab that shit right out your hand
Who the fuck when I say that shit that the plan
Yeah you heard it I be talking that shit cause I got the bands
Little little boy you be talking like your mans

With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your
Little little boy you be running up no bands
We smoke diamonds we smoke fent
We smoke fans we smoke grams
Yeah I gotta pray to God fold my hands fold my hands
Yeah I gotta do it right yeah I put it on a cam
Yеah I do this shit for me cause I was locked up in a jam
In thе studio fuck I got these tracks I’m going crazy
Huh yeah fuck that shit what do you really want from all that
Is it gonna come back to me when you fucking leave tomorrow
Is you feeling the same way cause this lean I got fucking cold
I can’t even get high on these drugs no more I’m always on them
Uh yeah I need a fucking team one that gon’ bring me ice
I’m talking about my neck my wrist my cup on a flight
Uh yeah I need a fucking team one that’s gon’ bring me light
I’m talking about that shit that’s gonna make me alright

With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your mans
With your
Little little boy you be running up no bands
We smoke diamonds we smoke fent
We smoke fans we smoke grams
Yeah I gotta pray to God fold my hands fold my hands
Yeah I gotta do it right yeah I put it on a cam
Yeah I do this shit for me cause I was locked up in a jam
In the studio fuck I got these tracks I’m going crazy