[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

[Chorus]
Whole lotta, whole lotta bands, whole lotta, whole lotta racks
I got a whole lotta wads, I got a whole lotta cash
I got a whole lotta people that tryna be friends, they gon' stab me in the back
I got a whole lotta shooters, they ready on go, I had to tell 'em relax
I got a hunnid lil' bands, they right in the trap, fuck it, I'm runnin' it back
I put that bitch in the back of the Caddy, yeah, she gettin' dirty and nasty
I know you broke and it really is tragic, yeah, your little chain made of plastic
Talk on the 'gram, he act like he wildin', yeah, toolie gon' aim at your noggin

[Verse]
I just wan' get to the band give fuck bout the college
You on the 'gram, you actin' like you is the man, I need you to stop it
Whatever you think, you is not it, the drank, it got me hypnotic
I went and got me a grand and ran up a band, go shoppin' at Follies
I gotta put trust in the process, 'cause that's what I'm 'posed to do
Heard you pulled up to my show, I didn't even notice you
Heard you was callin' my phone, I didn't even know it's you
I bet you would never would know if I had to go to you
[Bridge]
Baby, I been feeling low
New drop in, got pack for the low (Wait, wait)
All the shit you did, I wanna know (Come on, come on)
Why you leavin' me for? I wanna go (Go)
I wanna go, yeah (Go, go)

[Chorus]
Whole lotta, whole lotta bands, whole lotta, whole lotta racks
I got a whole lotta wads, I got a whole lotta cash
I got a whole lotta people that tryna be friends, they gon' stab me in the back
I got a whole lotta shooters, they ready on go, I had to tell 'em relax
I got a hunnid lil' bands, they right in the trap, fuck it, I'm runnin' it back
I put that bitch in the back of the Caddy, yeah, she gettin' dirty and nasty
I know you broke and it really is tragic, yeah, your little chain made of plastic
Talk on the 'gram, he act like he wildin', yeah, toolie gon' aim at your noggin

[Outro]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah