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[Chorus: rabi]
Makin them bands i dont panic
Fuckboy wanna talk, end up graphic
Ye better not fuck cuz im past it
Got too many hoes and they nasty
Too many sons walkin past me
Too many stacks made them last week
Hotboxin my crib so i can't see

[Verse 1: rabi]
Smoked too many blunts
Fuck that boy nah he a cunt
Fuck that hoe nah she a slut
I can't stand it
Put that hoe in a past tense
Last chance
You been fuckin up massive

[Chorus: rabi]
Makin them bands i dont panic
Fuckboy wanna talk, end up graphic
Ye better not fuck cuz im past it
Got too many hoes and they nasty
Too many sons walkin past me
Too many stacks made them last week
Hotboxin my crib so i can't see

[Verse 2: xangel]
Too many racks i made last week
All of these hoes going right past me
But baby i can guarantee
You know that i will never leave
I keep the stick on me
I think i found the key
Slowly going crazy
I'm on my knees

[Bridge xangel]
So crazy
Im so crazy
Rockstar lyfe
Only baby
Yeah, you got my heart maybe
I've been taking so much LSD

[Verse 3 GL0CAT77]
Loui duffle bag
Prada backpack
Gucci snapback
Hit a lick on ur bich on snapchat
Count racks count stacks got straps on me
Fucked up can't stop feeling lonely
You don't know me that's the old me
Fuck yall bitches yall some hoes
Bongcat fucked up going slowly
Yeah I swear that they will know me

[Chorus: rabi]
Makin them bands i dont panic
Fuckboy wanna talk, end up graphic
Ye better not fuck cuz im past it
Got too many hoes and they nasty
Too many sons walkin past me
Too many stacks made them last week