[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I just took his bitch now ooh, scratched her off the list
Woo, I'm a walking lick, now ooh nig' come and try some shit
And we still rappin' but we still might fuck 'round hit a lick
N***a stop playin', have my bitch take that up off your wrist
Uh, ooh, ooh, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, ayy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey
Gang in here n***a, uh
Might send my ho bitch at you n***a
Livin' like that n***a, you ain't livin' like that n***a
Ayy ayy ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ridin' in the motherfuckin' stolie, huh
Bro'nem 'bout to go and eat a Rollie, huh
Why these n***as actin' like they know me, huh
Did they tell you that I keep it on me
Don't ask me 'bout the other side, they the police
Fuck around, rob your brother at the Coney, huh
Don't talk that killer shit, you gotta show me
Put some money on my head, we kill your OG, huh
All these fake gangster rappers, I don't feel it, huh
She ask me what I do, bitch mind your business, huh
She said lil n***a you so ignant
I told her I smack bitches, yeah this real pimpin', huh
Ayy I'm 'bout to kill that pussy and what's there for me
She said this n***a was so good she spent a check on it
I told myself I was done then I slept on it, ooh
Then I woke up like bitch I'm back on it, huh
Man that dog was too strong, he had to step on it, ooh
Put a five on it, put the stretch on it, ooh
I put a chain on my chest, not a vest on it, uh
And you know we got the ups when we crept on him, ayy

[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
Ridin' in the motherfuckin' Hellcat
Brodie see that Rollie, he gon' shred that
Turn that bitch in, I got like twelve racks
Most these n***as pussy, I can smell that
I'm in the booth right now, I got like five bands
Streetz turned rat, now he ain't my mans
I had to turn my back 'cause he was workin'
Hit the dog with the tar, turned tan
I bang the Shred, we'll murk you
Want to beef with me then pull a hearse up
Don't talk to broke bitches, they ain't worth nothin'
Stab a thick stripper 'cause I'm perked up
My whole gang rich just like Birdman
Seventy-five soft 'cause them percs in
My bitches beat the blade and then they turn in
That bitch ain't in my whip if she ain't worth ten