WHERE YO MANS @@@@???

[Intro: Aluca]
Fuck with that shit for the low
Filing taxes, 'cause I got that paper, what
Won't save her, what, I can't even replace her, what
Won't save her, what, I can't even replace her, what
Won't save her, what, I can't even replace her, what
Got paper, what, got bangers, what, choppa, it's gon' tape him up
Got paper, what, got bangers, what, choppa, it's gon' tape him up

[Verse 1: Textkill]
Point guard shit, yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag, ho
.45 on my hip, yeah, that's why I sag, bro
Yeah, I got that shit on me, yeah, you getting tagged, bro
Yeah, I'm in that field, pussy boy, I got my stacks up
Yeah, I'm in that field, pussy boy, I flipped that pack up
Talking all that shit, pussy boy, you need to back up
Yeah, you a bitch and your ho, she got cracked up
I don't need no team, I'ma tell you what I'm wearing, ho
Trying to play, yeah, me, but I'm not the one
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, woah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Pussy boy, back up, yeah, I got my stacks up
Yeah, I'm in that field, pussy boy, I got my stacks up

[Verse 2: Aluca]
Yeah, I got my stacks up, bitch, I count my racks up
Bird brain ho, she a doe, you got guap? I'll kick your door
Fucking that bitch, fucking that ho
Smoking on tree, you ain't swinging no pole
Where my mans? Your back door
Spinning shit, we taking roles, fuck with that shit for the low
Filing taxes, 'cause I got that paper, what
Won't save her, what, I can't even replace her, what
Got paper, what, got bangers, what, choppa, it's gon' tape him up
We hang him up, we hang him up, yeah, that bitch, she play too much
Pussy boy, need to back up, bitch, I got my racks up
I'm with my boy Text, we gon' kill, where your mans, ugh
Hundred bands, put it on that bitch, man, pick your mans up
Man, I got that steel to your dome, put your hands up

[Outro: Textkill]
Point guard shit, yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag, ho
.45 on my hip, yeah, that's why I sag, bro
Yeah, I got that shit on me, yeah, you getting tagged, bro
Yeah, I'm in that field, pussy boy, I got my stacks up
Yeah, I'm in that field, pussy boy, I flipped that pack up
Talking all that shit, pussy boy, you need to back up
Yeah, you a bitch and your ho, she got cracked up
I don't need no team, I'ma tell you what I'm wearing, ho