[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell]
I done fuck my bands up, had to start over
I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home
Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me
Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup
Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes
I done fuck some bands up I got to start over
I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home
This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me

[Verse 1: Ferrari Ferrell]
Yeah we had hella sticks, we was fuckin up
Hit a lick, then the strip bands fucked it up
N***a we them bad boys, ain't no money on us
N***a fuck up, they don't want us
Bullets fuck the stomach
N***as say he got a problem, n***a pull up
Yeah yeah, you dealing with some robbers we gon take what's yours
Yeah you claim you got some stick but you ain't shooting up
Yeah we be on our shit, we blowing bands and thugging
Get to bustin

[Chorus]
Fuck my bands up, had to start over
I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home
Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me
Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup
Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes
I done fuck some bands up I got to start over
I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home
This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Better duck from the shells
Break her back just like hell
You n***as gon tell
After 11 I jumped to a teen, cause I do not fuck with twelve
I do not get at you n***as and bitches
Leave his ass with stitches, if he touch my digits
Pull up to the scene, all you hear is crickets
Body went ghost when he saw we wid it
I'm richer now, make a phone call and he'll get you now
Lock down with the same family
Cause all these new n***as be switch around
It's Boat, fresher than scope, gold on my throat
I pledge an oath
To stay on my toes, to stay down with my bro's
I keep a round
Anything that my n***a want he can get it
Cause if I call up my n***a, bet that he let you get it
Loyalty, King of the teens and royalty
Just saw your new girl look like foil b (fake)
Young n***a rich, fucking up the sacks, fucking on your bitch

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell]
I done fuck my bands up, had to start over
I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home
Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me
Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup
Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes
I done fuck some bands up I got to start over
I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home
This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me
[Verse 3: Ferrari ferrell]
We on hella shit, on my loopy shit
She said she celibate, why don't we sell a bitch
All we know is bricks, no construction shit
[?]
We just real n***as doing real things
Thats a bunch of n***as with some sticks
Tryin a move the drugs, [?]
N***a pull up make the car flip
Youngin caught a lick and brought me back your shit
Now i'm in the club with yo shit
I just want the money, put my n***as on
But they on that gang, gang, gang shit
N***a you ain't real, walk in my shoes
N***a you ain't hard enough
All a n***a wanna [?]
N***a all you do is act a groupie, wanna roll with them stars and em
N***a leave you dead, leave your family prayin to the stars and em

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell]
I done fuck my bands up, had to start over
I done fuck my bands up, I had to ride home
Yeah they told that gang stuff you know that slide on me
Yeah they keep a couple guns, but they ain't pulling out, you know wassup
Fuck some bands up, fuck her with gritty hoes
I done fuck some bands up I got to start over
I done fuck some bands up I had to ride home
This some bunch of gutter shit I keep the slide on me