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[Intro: Lil Kashin Mane]
Tying up his pants with some dirty bands (Well Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn)
Wouldn't shake his hand with another hand (Wouldn't do that shit)
Young Wopmann do the Wop Dance (Wop, wop, wop, wop)
Walk down on that nigga with a wild stick (Grahw, grahw)
The choppa too big bitch to hold it up (Goddamn this bitch heavy)
Bitch I got a felony, the homie finna dump (Yeah, you shoot that nigga)

[Verse 1: $wipeBanditGoth]
Going up, run this shit, go take a video
Me and Wop, working shit like at the corner store
Me and Kashin Mane in this bitch, we're smoking quarter now
Get a bag, motherfucker at the jewelry store
Pull up there, I got cash, I'm finna throw some more
Big Gothmann what's coming out, what's dripping now
Pull up to the mall, Michael Jackson, finna pull em out
Pull up bitch, got the shit, I'm finna flush it out
Get a bag, nigga that's why I flex a lot
Flavor Flav, coming on a missions, finna bust a nut
Getting damn played, Uncle Grandpa finna flush it up
Lil bitch say she at the Hershey, said take it off
In the damn trap passing spells, I'm finna run it up
Feeling like the devil, icy cold, lil bitch a flex a lot
Evil Based in the cut angry, finna spend it all
666 flexing out the bitch, I hit a witch's spell
Cursing up the bitch, saying shit I splash her with the book
666 splashing on a bitch, I'm looking at this shit
Evil Based obviously the bitch gon' feel angry now
Hot as shit, just came from Hell, nigga can't you tell
Gothmann bigger than Obama like some politics
In the trap smoking up the boof bumping evil shit
Lil nigga said he got the bands, I'm finna take it all
He ain't casting math, flexing on em' at the jewelry store
King Cobra presidents, no slatt, we finna flex em' all

[Verse 2: Lil Kashin Mane]
Tying up his pants with some dirty bands (Well Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn)
Wouldn't shake his hand with another hand (Wouldn't do that shit)
Young Wopmann do the Wop Dance (Wop, wop, wop, wop)
Walk down on that nigga with a wild stick (Grahw, grahw)
The choppa too big bitch to hold it up (Goddamn this bitch heavy)
Bitch I got a felony, the homie finna dump (Yeah, you shoot that nigga)
Fuck a strap, bitch he finna dunk (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
They say see the Cult Mob coming, they gon' run
Bitch I got a hundred rounds in this fucking drum (Frawh, frawh)
And I go crazy dumb off of other stuff (Man he ignorant)
And I got this K from the Russian homie (From the Russian homie)
I can't say his name but nigga you the Russian homie (You, you know)
Nigga keep on talking crazy, get to rush your homie (Bahw)
Not talking bout no hands but the homies on you (Bahw)