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[Verse 1: lxstk1] Get them bands, then I go Geeked off that four, yeah I'm geeked off that four Her shit wet like Aquaphor I'ma get them bands then go My pockets fat like Texako P-Pockets fat with hella racks I get bands when I get mad Yeah, don't call me, I'm in that trap Yeah, don't call me, I'm in my zone All my life, I've been alone My twin a dog, threw him a bone Shoot him again, make sure he gone My bro on bail, he get it done I got lil Jah, he got that bomb I told Sun, "Pass the bomb", now he blowin' that shit up [Verse 2: jahxtf] Say he blowin, hey jus' stop Get them racks, I get a lot Why yo' ho just suck my cock? Number (N)ine, this ain't no Ross Balenciaga, ain't no Adidas Boy, you know I keep that heater See feds, runnin' like a cheetah I'm with Jordan in that Beamer Out that coupe, you can't see us Me and twin like Bia and Zeus Me and twin like [?] and [?] Bitch, you know I get that paper She wan' go, bitch I can't save her Li' boy got caught by this laser [Verse 3: ripthepack] Yuh, yuh, yuh Ain't talking 'bout cheese, then see you later Counting up my paper I'm with Jah and K1 I hit up slime, you know that's Sun I ball like KD on the Suns Now yo' bro, he got no funds I hit yo bitch, then I'm gone That .30 clip, did 'em wrong T-That's yo' bitch, she singing my songs This brand new trap, jus' did a run [Verse 4: suntf] Yeah, this girl, dead wrong I'm like "Bae, what you on?" It take one call to get him gone Way too up, did it on my own Yo' ho say she love my songs Call K1, hit that bone Too much za, that shit strong That boy my son, yeah he my clone I call up Jah, he got that pack That's my gang, so watch my back And this ho' ass, way too fat Like I'ma fuck, no I can't pass They know Reign, we up next She wan' leave, I try my best Know I love lean, but I been stressed I call my team and we got TECs Bae, I ain't see yo' text Bae, I know that I flex Count up cheese, I love checks Oh you want him? Well that's your test [Verse 5: juggmyslatt] Throw my bands, boy you cap Not my twin, your music wack Not my twin, not my slatt I get bands, from them packs I'ma leave 'em in the past Y-You want me, ho' copy that Hit a jugg, I need them racks I just pulled up in all black Told my twin, get them racks