[Intro: Lul G]
Motherfucka wit' that shit on me
I wish a n***a would try to get on me, bitch
Motherfucka wit' that shit on me
I wish a n***a would try to…

[Chorus: Lul G]
Lil' n***a in this mothafucka, bands out
Any n***a try to reach, he get ran down
N***as fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n***a gettin' bands now

[Verse 1: Lul G]
I'm gettin' bands now, I'm the man now
Woulda copped two but they ran out
Two bad bitches and they stand out
In this motherfucka wit' the Glock on me
And I wish a n***a would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain't good, it is not homie
Little bruh wit' the Glock, how we pop .40
I remember we was slidin' in the Civic
Broke n***as take tabs, why you listenin'?
Had to get it, had to flip, had to kick shit
Young shit like the Grinch Stole Christmas (Broke bitch)
Lil' n***a, why the mention?
You gon' pay for your death wit' that sentence
I'll slide down your 'dress wit' that big shit
Take deck wit' the chop', how we kick flips
[Chorus: Lul G]
Lil' n***a in this mothafucka, bands out
Any n***a try to reach, he get ran down
N***as fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n***a gettin' bands now

[Verse 2: Lul G]
A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, 'for your click meet this clack (Click meet this clack)
Really give a fuck about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo' strap (Better keep yo' strap)
Tired of them buckets, '96 of the lot
N***as slide through, twenty-six for the Glock (for the Glock)
Can't keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the bitch for a dime, now the bitch wanna stalk (Bitch wanna stalk)
Uh, drop bail at the bitch, young n***a Mo drop bail now I'm rich (Now I'm rich)
And I just dropped on a loft, get your ass out the way wit' the drop of a call
It’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again (Yeah we done it again)
Fuck his bitch from the back, now I'm fuckin' her friend (Now I'm fuckin' her friend)
N***a speakin' on my name, so I'm cluckin' his mans (I'm cluckin' his mans)
On some cold weather shit, you n***as duckin' the fan (You n***as duckin' the fan)