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[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] In that different tax bracket, Uncle Sam on my ass Detroit legend, I'm a GOAT ridin' in a Lam' Boy, don't stick out your hand, you know we smoked your mans, huh It was super easy, cut your bitch off, that bitch super needy Super risky, real snowman, who the fuck is Jeezy? I'm on Strathmo with Busy B, .223 And with a brick of that Whitney R.I.P Lenny, half a mil' in giffies, had the check cashin' Hop in that Bentley from that 550 like we car jackin' Come and kill me, ain't no ho in me, I don't want no pass My bitch the baddest, whip the fastest, and I fuck her better than you, huh Who want all the static? We with all the action So, lil' nigga, what the fuck you wanna do? Rose gold the Patek, I'ma leavе it naked But this motherfuckin' Rollie gеttin' blew, huh Rich fly fat nigga, but I'm really burnt, though Stuck-up broke bitches don't even get burnt on Run a nigga out his trap house, it got foreclosed I heard that lil' money ran out, unemployment closed (Broke as fuck) [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hot And I'm sweatin', whippin' dope on the stove Hot, hot Hold on, lil' bitch, just let me throw my ice on The bank closed, nigga, but the mattress twenty-four Put my cape on, I don't save the ho, I save the dough I ain't Beethov', boy, I got them keys on the floor I play a Drake song, then put them bullet holes through your door (No fakin') [Verse 2: The Big Homie] How you wanna be an opp? You ain't even ready to die I can't hit him with the yop, why? They gon' know it's me Fuck it, use the ten milli', hoo, free my nigga Milly Courtside, them niggas hot and ready for it He got hit so many times, he be in traffic paranoid You the type to get your life took, yop, I'ma take one I'm so much of a tweaker, pop **** It's too late to pick a side, killed a nigga in the middle He scary, he don't wanna stand with me Fuck you think, the opposite gon' kill me? They hoes for real Nah, for real, 'cause they got bullet holes in 'em Get nothin' but 8 off the court 'cause all he do is goaltend I'm really tryna score, once the nigga dead, what you tryna pour? He said a four, but I said a five 'cause that's all we tote Say a joke about my brother, pop up knockin' at your door I'm high as hell, finna smack a tree, it's time to go home Fap, fap, walk his ass down, seen him hit the ground Should've let him cruise off the block, granny in the blinds Finna pocket dial her phone, pick up the phone, can't see the homicide We just blame it on the bullets, he still alive, how the fuck he survive? [Verse 3: EST Gee] And if he did live, he ain't normal Chopper close to me in case today, I meet my karma Pack in the established, turn a nigga to a martyr And my trap still enormous, hundred-fifty bowls of water And all my dog harnessed, I just hit it, you can bang it, you can snort it I don't believe niggas, when I see niggas, they be sweet with it Damn, homie, I'm goin' to eat with it, even sleep with it Niggas cheap, a hundred'll get him killed by the week ending Shoot it up for free since you locked in with us Up your yeek, bitch, it's stretch gang, EST We got the streets They be soundin' T'd, but niggas just be gangsters on IG This .223'll nail a nigga to his motherfuckin' seat, yeah Bitch-ass nigga [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hot And I'm sweatin', whippin' dope on the stove Hot, hot Hold on, lil' bitch, just let me throw my ice on The bank closed, nigga, but the mattress twenty-four Put my cape on, I don't save the ho, I save the dough I ain't Beethov', boy, I got them keys on the floor I play a Drake song, then put them bullet holes through your door (No fakin')