Runnin' up bands, got my guap, bro All the bad hoes on the top, but Too many wild parties on the isle Me and Bo got kicked out the isle Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your spot and I air it out Hang on to gas and it's very loud Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out I've been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down I need me a bitch that'll hold me down Gang comin' strong, yeah, we rollin' out Throw a party like rollin' loud Ayy, don't come unless you sent for it Soldiers like 10-4, sent your bitch to info Feelin' real blessed with juice, that's my kinfolk Bless ups, tell me I'm a god, get on knees for confession Set the vid to a nigga, had to teach a lesson Me and Bo only want bad hoes in our section Juice while these pussy ass niggas always pressin' I don't know, let him talk, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson Blacks, boys under 21, steady flexin' I'm gettin' to ribs, can't do flights with connections 40 on my hip, I won't fight, bitch, I'm reckless Coating with our silk, that * comin' straight from Texas Reach for my chain, you'll get beat just like Nexus Lamborghini dreams, but you still would drive a Lexus I'm a young king, I might * Alexis, Texas But I ain't on no Drake *, I won't get her pregnant Damn young juice world, boy, you reckless And I feel you until I get her naked When I get up in it, I might have to stay in Well, if she goin' like that, let's run a train in *, I think I nutted in it, I might need a playpen And a stroller, I get this deep, we roll it like a Rover No gangs, but I Xbox controller She do the gang like a nerd, doin' homework 40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner If I go broke, I'ma jerk off Motorola But now I'm up in France, lil' Poe, that's my mans We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan That's cool, but I just thought about somethin', wait This baby got your face, so * that, lil' baby Back to the trap, back to the gang Runnin' up bands, got my guap All the bad hoes on the top Too many wild parties on the opp Me and Poe got kicked out the opp