E.T.

Lavish Mafia

I'm bands so I know she see me all up in her inbox
Playin hard to get but I ain't mad at you you been poppin
I had to scoop her up i like her swag so can't shit stop me
You got a bag, I got a bag too
We both can get cocky
Yeah
I swear I love her but this bitch toxic
She'll fuck around and rob you while yo bitch watching
And I'm watchin yo bitch so if she move my blick poppin
I take em out they shit n drop the package off at McDonald's
I'm just tryna park a foreign at my mansion
Icy as hell, diamonds flashing like a camera
My niggas ain't yo niggas that's just that ain't no comparing em
How the fuck you can't even pay yo rent and I be wearin it
I know that shit emberrassing
Mafia ties it's Lavish steppers up in Maryland
Never been a hoe that typa shit ain't in my heritage
You tryna get some bands I know the route but I ain't Harriet
I up a blick like what you starin at
Everything authentic, if it aint then I ain't wearing that
Caught the play from Sean hit yo cheese, know he ran it back
But it ain't no biggie got shhh on Mack and Cadilac
Pullin bands out my hat, they like where the rabbits at
Sent some bullets at em make that nigga hit the cabbage patch
Don't give no bitch yo heart cuz if you do she that bitch gon damage that
Caught goofy in the dark n left him right where he was standin at
Bitch

Damn this blunt fat but the wood a lil fatter
Wonderboy, Devinci, Vinny Bands we doin damage
Vocals coming hot right out the oven from the Manley
I been feeling we ain't average
Broke nigga we ain't average
I could fly the spaceship ima fuck around n crash it
I just got some leaf from backpack boys that shit was taxin
I jus saw you do yo music thing that shit was tragic

We Lavish mafia these niggas knowin how we step
My lighter super valid niggas knowin I'm a threat
Tryna fly right out to bali just to go n blow a check
Niggas sendin slick disses niggas knowin I don't sweat
Man the flow is too legit
Ima do this shit forever, I could never go n quit
I don't fuck with Nintendo I could never go n switch
Shoot a nigga now he thinkin like ain't that about a bitch
But it ain't never bout a trick
It's all about the guala, the money, them trips
It's all about them bands, the roll, them flips
Niggas talking brazy but these niggas ain't on shit
These niggas hoes in the flesh for real
Talking crazy you gon get hit with this tec for real
And we ain't flashing bb guns bitch these weapons real
And we just want yo life I don't even know if yo necklace real

Damn this blunt fat but the wood a lil fatter
Wonderboy, Devinci, Vinny Bands we doin damage
Vocals coming hot right out the oven from the Manley
I been feeling we ain't average
Broke nigga we ain't average
I could fly the spaceship ima fuck around n crash it
I just got some leaf from backpack boys that shit was taxin
I jus saw you do yo music thing that shit was tragic



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Writer(s): Devin Loyd
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