Pantsag lyrics

[Intro: Gxbe]
Ha (YOU'VE BEEN KNOCKED OUT!)
Ha, yuh
Yeah, yeah, huh
Ha, ha

[Chorus: Gxbe]
b*tch, I can't lack
Fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
All of these ugly b*tches keep tryna talk
Like, where they mans at?
I can do this sh*t, I never stop
Cause I ain't playin that
I'm reaching for my Glock
b*tch, that's where my hand at
When I hop up on the jet and kick it
Where the f*cking sand at?

[Verse 1: Gxbe]
Oh, yeah, I f*cking on that b*tch
And then I take her on vacation
I know a couple people talking sh*t
But I know that they never dropping their location
I-I was just twelve years old out of country
Man, I was kicking sh*t with the Haitians
I fill like four grams in my Backwood
I'm the only one in rotation, damn
Bih', I got a wholе lotta gwap
I'm not gonna stop to get to the top
And I got them racks in my watch
Your b*tch is a thot, just watch
You said shе not, she reach for my [?]
Beefin' with me? That sh*t squashed
I don't really give a f*ck 'bout you, bots
[Chorus: Gxbe]
b*tch, I can't lack
Fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
All of these ugly b*tches keep tryna talk
Like, where they mans at?
I can do this sh*t, I never stop
Cause I ain't playin that
I'm reaching for my Glock
b*tch, that's where my hand at
b*tch, you [?] out
I don't give a f*ck about no handout
You been talking sh*t up on the 'net for Instagram clout
I been f*ckin' b*tches everyday (YOU'VE BEEN KNOCKED OUT!)
I've shot my [?]

[Verse 2: Ramiro]
We keep going back and forth
I guess it didn't [?] out
If you want that smoke, let me know
We can air it out
She know I'm the man
So she only tryna f*ck now
I been getting to these bands
I know that I'll make a bustdown, shh
Just listen
I know that you wanna tell me how to live, yeah
I putted so many shots
I ain't missed yet
You followed me, but I don't miss this
Told your ass to [?]
Rollin' up these blunts
I got big spliff
[Chorus: Gxbe]
b*tch, I can't lack
Fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
All of these ugly b*tches keep tryna talk
Like, where they mans at?
I can do this sh*t, I never stop
Cause I ain't playin that
I'm reaching for my Glock
b*tch, that's where my hand at
b*tch, I can't lack
Fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
All of these ugly b*tches keep tryna talk
Like, where they mans at?
I can do this sh*t, I never stop
Cause I ain't playin that

[Verse 3: heygwuapo]
They know I ain't playing, sh*t
Get my bands quick
n*gga said I can't touch his crew
We drop this mass clip
[?]
We just landed, yeah
I got money in my hand
Can't understand sh*t
My pants sag when I walk, though
Her eyes red, aye, I want you
Oh, this school b*tch [?]
And this Kel-Tec finna hunt you
She ain't never been in a Hellcat or a Demon
Baby, Imma launch you
Pull up, yeah, we gotta spin again
Wipe his nose, you can say it's not you