[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ayy
Running to the money, I ain't gettin' tired
Gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
Gotta keep that stick on my side
Won't say hi, bitch, I'm high
All my n***as, they gon' ride
All my n***as, they gon' slide
They don't need a reason why
All these bands, I pulled that Glock right out my pants
Yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna fuck up my plans
Heard that n***a want some smoke, I might just have to shoot her mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
N***a playin' with these bands
But, lil' n***a, I ain't playin'
I might have to shoot your mans (Yeah)
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
N***a playin' with these bands
But, lil' n***a, I ain't playin'
I might just go shoot your mans

[Verse 1: ATL Smook]
Yeah, no guitar, I play with bands
I call your bitch, she bring a friend
I flex so hard, they cannot stand
I got this shit out the mud, I didn't need no helping hand
Lean so hard, I don't think I can stand
Chopper blowing like a fan, ooh
Dirty kitchen, pots and pans
My wrist love to dirty dance
I spent one K on my pants
I might take a trip to France
Count a backend when I land
Drip on me came from Japan
He say he gang, he not my mans, ooh
For the fam, I gotta go hard
Yeah, you know it's Stack or Starve
Foreign cars parked in my yard
Foreign cars in the garage
I said lil' bitch we living large
Life's a gamble, play your cards
If you stay down, you gon' go far, yeah
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ayy
Running to the money, I ain't gettin' tired
Gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
Gotta keep that stick on my side
Won't say hi, bitch, I'm high
All my n***as, they gon' ride
All my n***as, they gon' slide
They don't need a reason why
All these bands, I pulled that Glock right out my pants
Yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna fuck up my plans
Heard that n***a want some smoke, I might just have to shoot her mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
N***a playin' with these bands
But, lil' n***a, I ain't playin'
I might have to shoot your mans (Yeah)
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
N***a playin' with these bands
But, lil' n***a, I ain't playin'
I might just go shoot your mans

[Verse 2: JWitDaBeam]
Ayy, all of my n***as, they rob
All of us felons, we can't get a job
I done did some dirt on the way to the top
Just like the Glock, I know I'ma pop
My mom know I'm trapping, she want me to stop
These n***as be hatin' but they stuck in cost
I got it from [?] straight drop
When I turned thirteen, fell in love with a Glock
Every day I wake up, I go get the bag
I fucked this bitch, had to shoot her mans
I'm up in the trap, I want one more band
I can't see the hate through these Cartier lens
I can't see the hate
These n***as ain't real, boy, they fake
Every day, n***a, I run up the cake
That n***a try me, he get shot in the face
I got a scope, so do not run
Come back [?] I tote a gun
I fuck her once and then I'm done
That ho fell in love, she think I'm the one
You knew what it was right from the jump
I'm still in the trap, I rap for fun
I make ten bands every first of the month
How that's your mans? He don't got a gun
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ayy
Running to the money, I ain't gettin' tired
Gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
Gotta keep that stick on my side
Won't say hi, bitch, I'm high
All my n***as, they gon' ride
All my n***as, they gon' slide
They don't need a reason why
All these bands, I pulled that Glock right out my pants
Yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna fuck up my plans
Heard that n***a want some smoke, I might just have to shoot her mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
N***a playin' with these bands
But, lil' n***a, I ain't playin'
I might have to shoot your mans (Yeah)
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
N***a playin' with these bands
But, lil' n***a, I ain't playin'
I might just go shoot your mans