Saint Laurent, we poppin’ ’til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin’ bands to this (Yeah, yeah)
My dope boys countin’ bands to this
My lil’ shooters countin’ bands to this
We gon’ get this money, that’s the plan, ya digg
Them fuck niggas ‘ready know what it is
.40 on my waist, I can’t dance to this
I just hold the corne,r and I slang to this
Can’t no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No, I don’t cop it ‘less it dance, ya digg
Pull up on Collins, whippin’ the ‘Rari, diamonds collidin’
You wit’ a bad bitch, she don’t know me, nigga doubt it
I put a bitch in pilates, I’ma fly her to Bahamas
Fuck a bad bitch one day, man, next day got an Audi
Young niggas and we wilin’, rich niggas and we rowdy
My bad bitches makin’ plans to this
Why they trap niggas weighin’ grams to this?
Take a flight and fly back to the yams, ya digg
Hit the corner, hustle me a Lamb, ya digg
We sippin’ X till we can’t stand this shit
Wake up at the EPIC wit’ a Spanish bitch
Last night, film it like a Spanish flick
Got it on my shirt, I’m like, “Damn, ya digg”
Throwin’ 36 on the fish scale
Forty-fifth for my hip make your bitch tell, uh
‘Cause we poppin’ off the yams, ya digg
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya digg
Saint Laurent, we poppin’ ’til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin’ bands to this (Yeah, yeah)
My dope boys countin’ bands to this
My lil’ shooters countin’ bands to this
We gon’ get this money, that’s the plan, ya digg
Them fuck niggas ‘ready know what it is
.40 on my waist, I can’t dance to this
I just hold the corner, and I slang to this
Can’t no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No, I don’t cop it ‘less it dance, ya digg
Uh, look at these diamonds
All in the Rollie, when niggas are wilin’
Whippin’ it stolen, my shooters are violent
My niggas will hurt you, all of my niggas will murk you
Most of these killers is my niggas, ya digg
Praying ’bout the sins that we committed, ya digg
Or we hit that lick and then go missing, ya digg
Covered up the tattoos ‘case, the kid on the vid
Tryna put my dawg on, but he doin’ a bid
Boy, I got you ’til your home, take care of you and your kid, uh
My lil’ shooters countin’ bands to this
Hoppin’ out, and shootin’ out the van to this
Baby mama cryin’, you can’t plan for this
Said you lay it down, and they like, “Damn, you did”
You hit that strip like a driveway
Click, automatic clip shootin’ sideways, oh
Still stickin’ to the plan, ya digg
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya digg
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