Buy You & Your Friends
(Yea, I'm bout to run this shit)
(Yea, whip it up)
(Whip it in a crockpot, I'm bout to run this shit down)
(Yea)
(Yea, yea)
One shot, I pull up and whip it in a crockpot
Boy talkin' shit just know that, he is not h-
I'm tryna make bands whip it, flip it and reverse it
Bitch so bad, I think I found my mistress
I get to the bag, please get out my way
I'm tryna make it big, every day I gotta pray
Put your hands in the air
'Cause I'm bout to run this shit
I make big bands
I could buy you and your friends
I could pull up in a benz
And show you how it's done
Bitch so bad but she do me so wrong
Pass me the beat
I'm 'bout to hit it like a gong
He LGBT, that boy on my dong
I'm stacking bands all the way to the top
Yea, if that boy talking smack
He get dropped
Yea, pick it up, drop it up
Tonight we get fucked
Ice on my wrist and that shit really bust
On my way to the top you better adjust
One shot, I pull up and whip it in a crockpot
Boy talkin' shit just know that he is not h-
I'm tryna make bands whip it, flip it and reverse it
Bitch so bad, I think I found my mistress
I get to the bag, please get out my way
I'm tryna make it big, every day I gotta pray
Put your hands in the air
'Cause I'm bout to run this shit
I make big bands
I could buy you and your friends
Put that rollie on my wrist
It's looking like a disco ball
I made ten in one week off a crypto code
Finna text my side bitch "hey"
Just to piss her off
I be moving work state to state
Like it's in the law
You ain't got no money for a whip
Boy, you run a ride
Fuck a blue check
I'm in the streets, I'm verified
Gang clear out his whole block he got gentrified
Pockets all green looking like I got em weaponize
I'm the city kid, but my flow straight from Michigan
Mortal Kombat a opp, I see when I'mma finish him
I won't ever fall off, what you think I'm Rich The Kid
You might've missed your shot, step back
And I'm swishing it
One shot, I pull up and whip it in a crockpot
Boy talkin' shit just know that he is not h-
I'm tryna make bands whip it, flip it and reverse it
Bitch so bad, I think I found my mistress
I get to the bag, please get out my way
I'm tryna make it big, every day I gotta pray
Put your hands in the air
'Cause I'm bout to run this shit
I make big bands
I could buy you and your friends
(Yea, whip it up)
(Whip it in a crockpot, I'm bout to run this shit down)
(Yea)
(Yea, yea)
One shot, I pull up and whip it in a crockpot
Boy talkin' shit just know that, he is not h-
I'm tryna make bands whip it, flip it and reverse it
Bitch so bad, I think I found my mistress
I get to the bag, please get out my way
I'm tryna make it big, every day I gotta pray
Put your hands in the air
'Cause I'm bout to run this shit
I make big bands
I could buy you and your friends
I could pull up in a benz
And show you how it's done
Bitch so bad but she do me so wrong
Pass me the beat
I'm 'bout to hit it like a gong
He LGBT, that boy on my dong
I'm stacking bands all the way to the top
Yea, if that boy talking smack
He get dropped
Yea, pick it up, drop it up
Tonight we get fucked
Ice on my wrist and that shit really bust
On my way to the top you better adjust
One shot, I pull up and whip it in a crockpot
Boy talkin' shit just know that he is not h-
I'm tryna make bands whip it, flip it and reverse it
Bitch so bad, I think I found my mistress
I get to the bag, please get out my way
I'm tryna make it big, every day I gotta pray
Put your hands in the air
'Cause I'm bout to run this shit
I make big bands
I could buy you and your friends
Put that rollie on my wrist
It's looking like a disco ball
I made ten in one week off a crypto code
Finna text my side bitch "hey"
Just to piss her off
I be moving work state to state
Like it's in the law
You ain't got no money for a whip
Boy, you run a ride
Fuck a blue check
I'm in the streets, I'm verified
Gang clear out his whole block he got gentrified
Pockets all green looking like I got em weaponize
I'm the city kid, but my flow straight from Michigan
Mortal Kombat a opp, I see when I'mma finish him
I won't ever fall off, what you think I'm Rich The Kid
You might've missed your shot, step back
And I'm swishing it
One shot, I pull up and whip it in a crockpot
Boy talkin' shit just know that he is not h-
I'm tryna make bands whip it, flip it and reverse it
Bitch so bad, I think I found my mistress
I get to the bag, please get out my way
I'm tryna make it big, every day I gotta pray
Put your hands in the air
'Cause I'm bout to run this shit
I make big bands
I could buy you and your friends
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Writer(s): Ezekiel Carter
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