[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Chase that pack a hundred grams and hit a grand slam
They talkin' 'bout some street credit, must not know I'm Uncle Sam
The flakes on the girls so pretty, press that shit again
Auntie runnin' out of veins, she shot the needle in her head
Auntie, that's my baby [?][0:22]
Know this one fine-ass bitch, but she a cokehead
She don't know she get it from my work, I tell her go 'head
She think that I'm a fake pimp, don't know I'm the dope man
Half a mil' on the table, shit look like a jail spread
Put my foot on that dog food and almost lost my leg
Shootin' that chopper at a red light and almost poppеd my mans
Hit that crack pipe three times, I pop up like I'm Candy Man

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Man, huh, n***a, huh
Tryna stack somе crates, you need to stack some pape'
Copped a hundred pounds of crank, I should've got a verse from Drake
From the bubble to the twang, that's the navy base
I told that bitch to mind her business, hit this nose plate
N***a
Oh, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape', hey
I copped a hundred pounds of crank when I should've got a verse from Drake

[Verse 2: OnFully]
Serve brown and white, call it Gina, Pam
If you don't get that lingo, then your ass just don't understand
My pistol, use this bitch to fry n***as, call it Fully pan
Poppin' with us, got caught up in the loop, it's a traffic jam
Came from the trenches, so happened I made somethin' out it
Your bitch suck and swallow every day like it's her assignment
Free my brothers out them cells, solitary confinement
Fully probably still takin' hits if I go diamond

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
If we get two hundred bricks, we can go diamond
I made my college bitch strip, I call the ho Diamond
I white and rose my whole kit, it came from gold mining
You got a bitch, perform a trick, we call that broke-minded
I just got two bricks of fent', n***a, on consignment
The color of 'em Off-White like Virgil designed it
I might run off on a n***a, hit him with the Heisman
Pop an opp with a four-five, I had Jordan sign it
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, tryna stack some crates, you need to stack some pape'
Copped a hundred pounds of crank, I should've got a verse from Drake
From the bubble to the twang, that's the navy base
I told that bitch to mind her business, hit this nose plate
Oh, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape', hey
I bought a hundred pounds of crank when I should've got a verse from Drake