Counting Bands
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (skrrt)
Yeah
Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand-new Lamborghini
Shorty said she with me 'til the end, I wanna see it
Ayy, ayy (I wanna see it)
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah
Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakiyah grandma, "Don't you ever call me grandson"
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners (yeah)
I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
Lil' shawty a baddie, she look like a blasian
First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby
She keep it real, no, she never be fakin'
We throw up Crip that's the way I made her
Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later
Run up a mill' and then go to Jamaica
House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers
30-round clip and it came with the laser (Pew, pew)
Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
I might give my youngin 50-thousand, hit your mans up
I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana
I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta
I always keep that .30, .30 loaded on my Mantel
P-purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam some'
I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah
Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakiyah grandma, "Don't you ever call me grandson"
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners (yeah)
I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
Ayy, ayy, ayy (skrrt)
Yeah
Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand-new Lamborghini
Shorty said she with me 'til the end, I wanna see it
Ayy, ayy (I wanna see it)
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah
Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakiyah grandma, "Don't you ever call me grandson"
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners (yeah)
I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
Lil' shawty a baddie, she look like a blasian
First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby
She keep it real, no, she never be fakin'
We throw up Crip that's the way I made her
Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later
Run up a mill' and then go to Jamaica
House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers
30-round clip and it came with the laser (Pew, pew)
Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
I might give my youngin 50-thousand, hit your mans up
I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana
I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta
I always keep that .30, .30 loaded on my Mantel
P-purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam some'
I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah
Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakiyah grandma, "Don't you ever call me grandson"
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners (yeah)
I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
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Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Alexander Wu, Loren Mcgee
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