40 Bars lyrics

[Intro]
Stupid
TG on this track
LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat

[Chorus]
Ay
f*ckin’ with these bandz
Got my pockets and my eyes low
Wrist too clean, my n*gga, I call it time froze
Your girlfriend, wanna f*ck that’s not even my hoe
Imma do the dash and bounce to a different time zone

[Verse 1]
Eyes low, hey, lil n*gga!
You a nice guy, you ain’ pullin’ on no triggas’
She a wild b*tch and a f*ckin’ gold digga’
And that tommy always on me I ain't wearing Hilfiger
Or like, I get bread and don’t say sh*t
Issa new whip and my bands it’s a space ship
Bucket in my bag, and my n*ggas gettin’ caked with
She get in her, feelings now I’m mad, she a fake b*tch
Stupid! (haha) I’m on hot sh*t
He talk sh*t (pop pop)
He get shot quick
Made 20 bands on the chicks, on my side b*tch
Came up, and ran with the sh*t, and I got rich
It’s over! Ay! What this a Rolex?
Catch me with a bad foreign b*tch and we both flex
Tell me how we trappin n*ggas, sippin’ on this Hitech
Need 2 pounds loud, give me 5 secs
[Verse 2]
We got the hot sh*t
We got the mob sticks
We take them shots, like them pics we gon’ crop sh*t
Over! Ay! Lil baby
Give her 2 Xans and she start acting crazy
Sip a lil lean with my bro now we lazy
I hopped out that Mazi, so they wanna fade me (Dummy!)
I don’t fight so you should bring a vest
Matter fact, that sh*t don’t really matter
We gon’ hit your head
Aiming and off tops like I’m spittin’ verses made of lead
Then these n*ggas crop
Like we Instagram his f*ckin’ head
Why you so mad, my n*gga, I get bucks?
My b*tch ain’t average, n*gga, you f*ck ducks
I've been in my bag lil n*gga don’t give f*cks
And a b*tch shake ass for Donald, but don’t suck
Like chill
I rap about it I don’t post about it
All my n*ggas catchin’ bodies, never really spoken about it
Deffo' gotta catch you out in traffic, we gon’ take you out it
All I know is I be ridin’ in a f*ckin’ Audi
All these n*ggas actin’ all stupid, don’t get f*cking rowdy
Kloud Gang, caught sh*t, set, I get f*ckin' Kloudy
Stupid