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Uh, these bands in my pants, huh, ah
Racks in my pants, huh
That's yo' mans, huh? Get my bands up
Yeah, we gon' call yo' mans up, goddamn, spray 'em down
Spray 'em down, we don't get no handouts
Hell nah, we gon' swiss yo' mans, huh
Yeah, thirty rounds, yeah, air it out, yeah
Your ho talking sh*t, yeah
These hoes talking sh*t, yeah
Airin' out them clips, huh
Airin' out them clips, ho
Yeah, spray 'em down
You can keep that skinny b*tch, yeah
Huh, I need me that thick lil' b*tch, huh, yeah
Let's see if I got some tricks, yeah
Right now, b*tch, she tryn' suck up on some di*k, yeah
We got hella sticks, yeah, sticks, yeah
We on private jets and you still kicking sh*t, yeah, huh
You a b*tch, huh
b*tch, yeah, b*tch, huh (Bih)