fanboy lmao

Bandz in my jeans im a walking bank so much bitches callin my number

its hard to thank we in with this shit let that

30 bang put him in a stretcher yeah we hella reckless yeah we loving this

shit yeah. yeah im banging your bitch no love for this bitch your whipped

about this bitch

yeah we got them

clips hands like muhamid ali yeah we smoking that purp you dont wanna get

hurt yeah we sippin that lean yeah we making the scene im only sixteen

im just livin the dream you smoking that wack we got the loud pack we

mobbin this shit dont be scared to get hit or you aint with this shit ill empty

the clip im just sick of your shit my vision is set

you just try to maintain im just aiming for brains i wont leave no remains set

your body in flames

make sure you suffer in pain we aint playin no games holdin the grips

everyday it taught me to pray always working the days yeah crackin them

trays got thinkin about them better days it just runs in my viens making

deals in the lanes got say it was a good day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No days off and that's even on a snow day