Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up- Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up And I'm off hella dope, I-I-I can't even stand up Tr-Trap sellin'- Money it's just like a poker stretch I'm inside the trap so I'm feeling okay Trappin' out with the baby A-K Hella guns and no tats on my face Cookie pounds, yeah, they on the way Gas smell, when I hop out the wraith Wockhardt bitch, you can taste it Flexing on niggas but that's not the case Free all my niggas that can't beat the case Walk in your trap I ain't come here to play B-O-A, no I can't be with Chase Free my brother for that high speed chase Smokin' on-Smokin' on medical when I'm in LA Smoking on dope watch it feel like it's laced Smoking on dope and that's straight to the face Hop in my foreign I don't wanna race Smoking on cookie but it's not the edible All my weed green but it's not like the vegetables Ayy, ayy, posted on Magnolia Went to Lil Boat house 'cause twelve tried to lock me up Leaning so hard that it spilled out the double cup Niggas talking shit but you know I don't give a fuck Ayy, nigga try your luck, Sito keep that .30 tucked I won't hesitate to up, dope got me so up I hate being sober, feeling like I'm Sosa Finna put the Jolly Ranchers right back in my soda Any war I go through, I guess I'm a baby soldier I won't even hold ya, I won't even fold up Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up And I'm off hella dope, I-I-I can't even stand up Trap sellin' real shit, you gone have to man up Don't do Xans, sellin' Xans, you gone have to Xan up And any drug that you want, I can bring the plan up Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick (I move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick, Move wit' the stick, Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) M-move with the stick (I move wit' the stick) I Move with the stick (Move wit' the stick) Still move with the stick (I move wit' the stick)

Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9, made it! Uh, niggas flex they bands, they look pitiful And I be flexin' on these niggas 'til it's critical Swear these niggas stealin' swag like a criminal They can never get it right, man, that shit difficult I be geeked up, you think I'm focused OG in my lungs, what I'm smokin', yeah Stomp on a nigga, hit the surface, yeah In the hills, so I ain't got no service Niggas flexin' wrong, I swear they defeat the purpose Smokin' Backwoods, not no bong, I wake up, the birds chirpin' I'm not from Atlanta but I'm in my zone Was stuck in the trap, you could call it my home Money keep callin', I pick up the phone I was servin' the ice cream with no cone Had to quit the lean, sippin' two Styrofoam You know what it is, I'm that dude Rockin' designer, shit, I think it's cool I hop out the Uber, I'm makin' a move And I made this song just so you could groove Been on the block, what I got to prove? Had to calm down, I got somethin' to lose Had to pick the 'Rari, like I couldn't choose Bitch, you know, bitch, you know, bitch, you know I'm the truth Too much money, can't walk in my shoes Run it up, can't worry 'bout you You wanna be me 'cause I'm droppin' the roof Told my bitch, "Ben look better than you" Fuck 12, what the fuck is a rule? Diamonds wet like a motherfuckin' pool Icebox when you look at my jewels Turn that 8 upside down like a bat You talkin' that shit, I ain't worried 'bout that Smokin' on green like a black cat Your Rollie tickin' like a hi-hat Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin' hard like I was my dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin' hard like I was my dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad, dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad, dad Workin' hard like I was my dad

Fuck my ex (Fuck my ex) Thought it was over, huh? It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch Round two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And it's still fuck my ex (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch that is tryna be petty Don't want no smoke Lil' hoe, you not ready (Nah) Got good aim, keep the .5 real steady (What?) I'ma fuck your friend, she gon' ride like a Chevy Can't be me and you hate that shit Tryna send me offline but I ate that shit (What?) The look in your eye, know you ain't that bitch You shit like COD, but this ain't no fish, uh (Woo, woo) These hoes really be regular, degular Shmegular, callin' my cellular, ayy (Brr) I do this shit in my sleep, it ain't hard There ain't really no competitor, ayy You do some shit and I make it look better You can just call me a editor, ayy I break it up to the smallest level This shit right here is molecular, ayy (Woah, woah, woah), woah I run it up, Usain (Usian) Hop out the Bently, the Mulsanne (Skrrt) You can't get in 'cause you lame (Lame) They all know me, I got two names Woah, matter of fact four You show some fakeness, kick you out the door Got niggas and bitches, keep that on the low Fuck my ex, yeah, that bitch is a hoe Daddy or Baddie, this shit don't matter They see me, they want what I'm havin', uh (Havin') Cut a bitch off real quick I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave her the saddest (Saddest) Fuck my ex, fuck my ex That bitch was way too average Fuck my ex, fuck my ex You want her, you can have her I ain't met a bitch I needed yet, ayy (Ayy) All in my face, but I only see the check, ayy (Ayy) That pussy ain't nothin', but I might receive the neck, ayy Kick that hoe to the curb Just call me David Beck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Bitch, I don't wanna hear a word (Get down, get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Kick that hoe to the curb (Get down) Bitch, I don't wanna hear a word (Get down, get down) (Get down) (Get down, get down) And it's on sight, stay ducked, bitch

Garmvn with this heat (Blah, blah, blah) Bang If it ain't 'bout bands, baby, I ain't tryna speak (Haha) I'm too drippy in this party, and my shorty, She on fleek (My shorty, she on fleek) Why you flexin' 40K? Man, I see that every week (Baow) And you better ask about me, boy, I'm valid in these streets (Haha) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) When I'm VIP, got 'em under stress Johnny Dang on my neck, I know you see these big baguettes (Bling) Applying real pressure, got my foot up on they necks I don't even gotta talk, 'cause my girl gon' rep the set (On the gang) Boy, you tryna top, but you stuck up at the bottom He say they too exclusive, but I already got 'em (Ha) I told my shooter, "Let him go, I already got him" (No cap) I don't do the free clout, I never talk about 'em (Hell nah) She said she wanna hear me freestyle, but I'm not a rapper (Ayy) How the hell your legs hella small, but your ass fatter? (How?) Baby said she love me, damn, I'm flattered Told that girl to say my name and she called me, "Daddy" If it ain't 'bout bands, baby, I ain't tryna speak (Haha) I'm too drippy in this party, and my shorty, She on fleek (My shorty, she on fleek) Why you flexin' 40K? Man, I see that every week (Baow) And you better ask about me, boy, I'm valid in these streets (Haha) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) I be beatin' up the box like a drummer (Uh) I said I wanna see her again, and she said, "That's a bummer" (Grr) She said my money dumb, well my chain dumber (Ice) Chain cold up in the winter and the summer (Uh) I'm the real plug and, lil' boy, you just a runner Flexin' with that .22, you not a real gunner (Rrow) You need to kick the cup, you gettin' fat, you need a punter She thought she was a baddie, but I ain't even stunned (Hell naw) She said she wanna hear me freestyle, but I'm not a rapper (Ayy) How the hell your legs hella small, but your ass fatter? (How?) Baby said she love me, damn, I'm flattered Told that girl to say my name and she called me, "Daddy" If it ain't 'bout bands, baby, I ain't tryna speak (Haha) I'm too drippy in this party, and my shorty, She on fleek (My shorty, she on fleek) Why you flexin' 40K? Man, I see that every week (Baow) And you better ask about me, boy, I'm valid in these streets (Haha) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah) Blah, blah, blah, yeah, I ain't tryna talk Take a walk (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I be seein' hatin' faces when I floss (Blah, blah, blah)