Bands

Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye yeah... yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah GFellbs on the beat Yall know what the f*ck going on man A whole lotta extravagant shit man Yea, I'm in that mood Yea, I'm finna turn up Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These bands them bitches can't fit in my pants And I got a big ass motherfuckin' chopper Lil nigga I'm ready to dance If he said it's smoke with one of my niggas Then we tryna shoot at his man Bet that chopper gon' make that boy dance They like huncho you did it again, you did it again Aye yeah, if it's pressure If it's beef They know we gon' do em so extra Hop out the car leave that boy on a stretcher Put that fye to his chest like a diamond tester Give me that! Don't reach, bitch I keep that fye on the seat When it comes to a nigga, ain't tryna compete Cause I already know I'ma beast Nigga Them facts We creep We'll pull up on a nigga in a all black Jeep Say he wanna kill me I'm killin' him first, you already know how it be I gotta get him, ay, don't sleep Cause I know some niggas a creep They'll pull up on a nigga in a all black Ski With nun the less than a thirty in reach Bow Glow... These bands, them bitches can't fit in my pants And I got a big ass motherfuckin' chopper Lil nigga i'm ready to dance If he said it's smoke with one of my niggas Then we tryna shoot at his man Bet that chopper Gone make that boy dance They like, Huncho, you did it again Nah, for real, nigga Two thousand and twenty-two, nigga, we takin' over Nigga, I don't give a f*ck if it is the end of the year niGGa we splashing on shii niGGa on God