Multiply

[Intro]
Ha
Ha, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Brrr (Ooh)
Hmmm

[Chorus]
Bands (Yeah, damn)
Bands, they keep multiplying
Run on gang, man, you know you dying
5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)
Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye
My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockets, they on standby

[Verse]
This nigga trippin', what's up with you?
I'm finna pour me a cup or two
You got a rock, that's a W
I walk around with that W
If he had a gun, what would you do?
Baby, I'm finna stop fuckin' wit' you
Fuckin' them twins, they comin' in two
I got a choppa, I'm lettin' it loose
I'm finna spend that boy advance
Yeah, I done took his bitch, he mad, damn (Yeah)
Prada my fit, damn, I'm on the lamb (I'm on the lamb, yeah)
.762's and .9's, they won't jam (It won't jam)
I got a white plug in Cali', his name Sam (Haha)
Walk in CVS, bein' polite, "Ma'am" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm at a point in my life where I'm sippin' on drink and I can't even stop (Can't even stop)
I'm in the crib sippin' on Wock' (Yeah, Wock')
Told my teacher how much I make, her jaw dropped (Dropped)
Her jaw dropped (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
I might just fuck on a Monday (Yeah), I go through rubber bands
You gon' be there one day, I went up, it's a hunnid bands
I get the guap, that's obvious (Ha)
I'm finna fuck on a college bitch (Ha)
I throw a rack in the audience
I'm goin', no, there ain't stoppin' shit

[Chorus]
Bands (Yeah, damn)
Bands, they keep multiplying
Run on gang, man, you know you dying
5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)
Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye
My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockets, they on standby