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[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
In that different tax bracket, Uncle Sam on my ass
Detroit legend, I'm a GOAT ridin' in Atlanta
Boy, don't stick out your hand, you know we smoked your mans
Huh, it was super easy, cut your bitch off, that bitch super needy
Super risky, real snowman, who the fuck is Jeezy?
Fuck is that? I'm on strap, man, we [?]
223 and with a brick in that [?]
[?] half a million [?]
Hop in that Bentley [?] like we car jacking
Come and kill me, ain't no ho in me, I don't want no
Pass
My bitch ass the fattest, and I fuck her better than you, huh
Who want all the static?
Who with all the action?
So, lil' nigga, what the fuck you wanna do?
[?] I'ma leave [?]
But this motherfucking Rollie getting blue, huh
Rich [?] fat nigga, but I'm really burned up
[?] broke bitches don't even be [?]
Run a nigga out his trap house, it got foreclosed
I heard that lil money ran out, unеmployment [?]

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
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And I'm [?] whippin dope on the stovе
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[?] lil bitch [?] throw my ice on
[?] mattress [?]
Put my cape on, I don't save the ho, I save the dough
[?] way I got them keys on the floor
[?] bullit holes through your door

[Verse 2: The Big Homie]
How you wanna be an opp? You ain't even ready to die
I can't even hit him with the yop, why? they gon know it's me
Fuck it usin it to milly HOO free my nigga Milly
Cost 5 them niggas hot and ready for it
He got hit so many times, he be in traffic paranoid
You the type to get your life took, YOP, Imma take one
I'm so much of a tweaker pop (na nigga u think he was gon say sum u bum ass nigga LMAO)
It's too late 2 pick a side, killed a nigga, [?]
He scared, he dont wana stand wit me
Fuck u think da opposite gon kill me?
They hoes for real
No for real, cause they got bullet holes in dem
Get nun but 8, off da court, cuz all he do is goal 10
I'm really tryna sco, once da nigga dead, what you tryna PO
He set a FO, but i set a FIVE cause that's all we tote!
Say a joke about my brother
Pop up knockin at your doe!
Im high as hell, fina smack a tree, its time to go home (FA FA)
Walk his ass down seen him hit the ground
Shouldve let him cruise off da block, granny in da blinds
Fina pocket dial our phone
Pick up the phone can't see da homicide
We just blame it on the bullets, he still alive, how the fuck he survive?!

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
And if he did live, he ain't [?]
Chopper [?] me a case [?]
[?] turn a nigga to a [?]
And my trap still enormous, [?] bowls of water
And all my dawg [?]
[?] when I see niggas, they be [?]
[?] sleep with it
[?] week ending
Shoot it up for free, since you locked in with us
[?] EST [?]
We got the streets [?] but niggas just be gangstas on IG
[?] nigga to his motherfucking [?]

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
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And I'm [?] whippin dope on the stove
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[?] lil bitch [?] throw my ice on
[?] mattress [?]
Put my cape on, I don't save the ho, I save the dough
[?] way I got them keys on the floor
[?] bullit holes through your door