[Intro]
I wanna f*ckin feel this sh*t, y'know?
You already know, bandkids to f*ck with me
Bad boy
Huh, huh
Sauve
Boom!
[Verse 1: Sauve]
n*ggas chose 15 seconds of fame
Over the 15 seconds of reign
VVS diamonds, they shine in the rain
Rolling up gas don’t remember the strain
Pour it up back, I remember the pain
Thinking back, everyday I used to train
I was dead broke, used to rock a fake chain
Now every-day, we hop on a plane
Did a few shows, and I ran up like 80
Save that sh*t up, it's about to get rainy
Just got a property [?]
Momma said strap up this gun, ain't no safety
b*tch so bad, might give her a baby
She so happy, you hit on the daily
Offer the [?], he be talking 'bout ladies
[?]
[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Is you outside, n*gga?
Have to shoot that n*gga, what time, n*gga?
And it's all black (black)
[?], ice so cold, feel like the winter
Got two bad hoe's, f*ck her, yeah
Shoot them with 12, imma duck 'em, yeah
Little handshake, then, f*ck her
Why you on her, like it's her last supper?
Yeah, yeah, and I'm drippin' like water
Ooh, yeah, bounce back and I'll f*ck on your thot, mmh
Yeah, twenty shows, I don't know where I'm at
Yeah, fifty bands on my [?] sack
[Verse 3: Sauve]
Y-yeah, Trix are for kids
I throw the money, just for the bands
Bellows, just strip a big booty babe
I hit that b*tch in the back of my crib
[?]
Lil n*gga talking, he know that I made it
Shoot, choppa [?]
Yeah, These n*ggas talking, they definitely know that I made it
[Verse 4: Soulja Boy]
Yeah, yuh n*gga eat your motherf*ckin' plate
Pop in the ‘gatti and now I'm in the race
Whippin' up dope right in your face
Calling my lawyer, I'm getting a case
[Verse 5: Lil Mosey]
I'm with Soulja, hop in a rover
I thought I told you, we 'takin over
Whippin up bands, [?]
Smoking on dope
Postin’ on block [?]
[?] don’t make a sound
[?] off a bean [?] Glock [?]
[Verse 6: Sauve]
Bandkids, we blow like a bomb, got the world in my palm
I got some money, gave it to my mom
And she bought us a lawn
Hit the lil b*tch then I pass the baton
I take a flight to Milan
Bad b*tch, she [?]
n*ggas gonna hate when they bangin’ my song
I'm at the top, king kong
Back in my high school, y'all didn't get along
Everything I do is wrong
b*tch got a [?] thong
Cut the dummies on me, prom
You know what we smokin, we smokin this strong, as if I didn't belong
[Verse 7: Soulja Boy]
No, you don't want smoke
Big Draco at your front door, we pose
Make a wrong move, shoot off your nose
Shot out the Benz, my young n*gga kick in your door
I need some lean, pour up a four
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your hoe
Yuh, the diamond chain rainbow
I put the rap game in the figure-four