france

Lyrics

[Intro] (met me a saks? i've never been at saks, i never been-) [Chorus] I'm from the band, yeah Tryna fuck on yo friend, yeah Huh, finna hop off the van, yeah F- f- finna do it again, yeah Huh, finna hit her friend, yeah Fr- fr- freak bitch taking my pants off Re- re- real shit nigga, ain't airsoft Hi- hit that bitch, yeah, her hair soft Lil zen don't play fair, nah Bi- bitch think i care, nah Flex some bands, hoe stare, yeah Bitch ion rock hysteric, no We gon get him gone, put them racks on his head, yeah Money my language, watch me lane switch Bands what i came with, all that gas, i'm faded Got me fucked up, i ain't chasing Mask on me like jason GTA, you wasted My dick she gon face it All that gas not laced bitch Run from the feds, check my laces Balenci not asics, we gon let that K rip [?], she gon get a face lift 2 bands in a day, [?], up like "yeah, i made it" Huh, huh, huh [Chorus] I'm from the band, yeah Tryna fuck on yo friend, yeah Huh, finna hop off the van, yeah F- f- finna do it again, yeah Huh, finna hit her friend, yeah Fr- fr- freak bitch taking my pants off Re- re- real shit nigga, ain't airsoft Hi- hit that bitch, yeah, her hair soft Lil zen don't play fair, nah Bi- bitch think i care, nah Flex some bands, hoe stare, yeah Bitch ion rock hysteric, no We gon get him gone, put them racks on his head, yeah