Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, turn that, turn-turn that, turn that shit up in my headphones
Let the BandPlay
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You niggas softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh
I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh
They like, "This young nigga won," uh, yeah
These hoes say that I'm the bomb, these niggas is bums
Yeah, I came up from a crumb (Yeah)
Yeah I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I'm a don (Yeah)
These niggas ain't did what I done (Uh-uh)
Hot and paid, dope in my lungs (Yeah), sticks and them drums
Yeah, I got guns like Saddam
Locked up ten hours, made bond (Yeah), bitch, I'm the one (Yeah)
Gettin' this cash by the ton (Yeah)
I put some ice on my mom (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun (Son of a gun)
Yeah, I shine hot as the sun (Shine)
Diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
Bitch, I get high as a drone
Smokin' exotic, recordin' this song
Yeah, and I just got off the phone
My bitch keep on beggin' for me to come home (Okay)
Baby, I can't 'cause I'm makin' this play
Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate
Yeah, young nigga ballin', bitch, I came a long way
I remember them days when you would shoot on the crate (Ball)
Yeah, if you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, get out my face
My gang got everything that yours ain't
Hoppin' out the duty truck, that's the Paper Route tank (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You niggas softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you
Come take you out like the rent's due (Uh)
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh (Bitch)
I might drop my top just for fun
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh
They like, "This young nigga won," uh, yeah
Me, yeah, I did it again, my new bitch a ten
My last ho, she gone like the wind (Yeah)
Diamonds hit hard when I grin (Ha), shop when I land (Shop)
I already came with a bag (Bag)
Most of you rap niggas whack (Whack), no disrespect (Uh-uh)
I'm speakin' nothin' but facts (Facts)
I'm ballin' hard, wanna bet? (Bet) I got the check (Check)
Hit a home run, broke the bat
Outta here, this right there is solitaire (Yeah)
Jets will have you hold it like Stoudemire (Uh, yeah)
Glock, he's a lion, tiger, and a bear (Yeah)
Hood rich nigga in designer gear (Yeah)
Yeah, I hopped out the car, it's a Hot Wheel (Yeah, hopped out)
Bitch, I pop opps, I don't pop pills (Yeah)
My drop camouflaged but my ice real, uh (Yeah)
They be like, "Glock, how this shit feel?" (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You niggas softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2"
Play with the kid, they come get you
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh (Bitch)
I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh (One)
They like, "This young nigga won," uh, yeah
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