20 bands

(Flex)
Buh, buh, buh, buh
(Hahahaha)
(Throw your Dracos in the air)
Beep, beep, beep, beep

I came in Glock tucked
Got a whole lotta red in my cup, huh
You want a problem, what's up?
With slime, he don't give no fuck
That knocka turn you into runtz
Big choppa eat you for lunch, huh
This drum mag, bitch, it hold 50
And my squad, bitch, always with me (Buh, buh)
I got shooters on shooters (Buh)
I got troops, got troops (Buh, buh)
(Draco)

P-P-Pop out, yeah, where that lean at, bih'
Pull up and get murdered, little bih'
Walk up, shoot like 20 men
W-Walk up, shoot like 20 men
And my fit cost 20 bands
Told slime "Fill them mags"
Hit yo' block, I'm tryna spin back
With Balenci' jeans, I must be mad

New-New vette, this shit fast
New-New vette, this shit fast
New-New vettе, this shit fast

Got a whole lotta red in my cup, huh
You want a problem, what's up?
With slimе, he don't give no fuck
That knocka turn you into runtz
Big choppa eat you for lunch, huh
This drum mag, bitch, it hold 50
And my squad, bitch, always with me (Buh, buh)
I got shooters on shooters (Buh)
I got troops, got troops (Buh, buh)

P-P-Pop out, yeah, where that lean at, bih'
Pull up and get murdered, little bih'
Walk up, shoot like 20 men
W-Walk up, shoot like 20 men
And my fit cost 20 bands
And my fit cost 20 bands
Buh, buh, buh, buh

Whole lotta red in my cup, huh
You want a problem, what's up?
With slime, he don't give no fuck
That knocka turn you into runtz
Big choppa eat you for lunch, huh
This drum mag, bitch, it hold 50
And my squad, bitch, always with me (Buh, buh)
I got shooters on shooters (Buh)
I got troops, got troops (Buh, buh)
P-P-Pop out, yeah, where that lean at, bih'
Pull up and get murdered, little bih'
Walk up, shoot like 20 men
W-Walk up, shoot like 20 men
And my fit cost 20 bands
And my fit cost 20 bands
Buh, buh, buh, buh



Credits
Writer(s): Foe Santana
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