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[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands & BandGang Javar] (BandGang) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, BandGang Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Dog still be on Instagram talkin' shit We call him Captain Underpants, snapter made him strip He still ain't did shit about it, he a bitch That shit old, get off the 'Gram, tryna argue, get some chips Iced buffs seven thousand, snatch these, you hit a lick But gettin' hit with FN at close range ain't worth the risk Put a hole in his neck, that nigga gotta talk like this Bro put a hole in his leg, that nigga **** walk with a limp [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I done came with a ten-piece to get a nigga dome split I done came beanbag filled with meth on the road I done came to get my young niggas strikes, it go bold [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hmm, strike one, strike two, it get ferocious Hit her and her sister with this relationship open (Lil' bitch) Gotta remind that bitch I'm the GOAT I get to windin' up in that bitch and she Huh, squirted on me Huh, ain't no killer with no button, we on the rich on the bag homie Had them boys tip-toe, put a lil' tag on it Huh, I love them slick hoes who— and get a bag for it [Verse 3: The Godfather & BandGang Biggs] We them hot boys, pull up on you, kill you for that cash money This ain't DZ, we gettin' fast money, stash hundreds Rolls sellin' fifty 'bows in, he said the bag comin' I know how to feel when you be down to your last hundred Better get up, go and get it Lil' bro be crackin' cards, sellin' dog, yeah, and missions I can put a nigga on, and I can show you to flip it, it's your choice to listen Almost tweaked out on the fan (Ayy), blew the biscuit [Verse 4: BandGang Biggs] Like the government, I'm givin' out grats (What niggas on?) Had to run it up to put Amiri on my pants (Amiri jeans) I fuck her good, you could hear the way she pant Hit this bitch so hard, she walkin' out with a slant Time to hit the hood, told Rose I need a 'bow Not that shit you smokin', this shit four hundred an O (I'm high as hell) If you ain't in the family, you can't get it for the low You should win that GRAMMY, all that actin', boy, you broke [Verse 5: Scarface Horse] These niggas, they ain't actin', these niggas really broke Where I'm from, you either hustle, or tryna up the score Lil' bro takin' hits, he ain't tryna sell dope My niggas want the pills, I'm just tryna give 'em hope I'm just tryna get some money so I can pay and get my niggas back If Stone was with me, shit'd be different, I'm missin' that (Sign) I love my favorite shooter, I need him, he hittin' hats (Shred, Shred) You love when niggas run, still catchin' 'em and he fat