[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Yo b**h messy
FYI I'm the n***a she been texting
Super ham you saving hoes been running to they rescue
Reverend, need the collection plate cause I'm a blessing
Ain't friendly, if you ain't tryna f** then why you texting
Straight finessing, you ain't tryna flip your cash why you text me
You think this a scam b**h you guessed it
Feds been watching me like channel 2 I feel the pressure
Momma told me go and get a job gave me a lecture
I been stressing, but n***as on my head keep me laughing
The movies AMC the only time you seen some action
Say they don't really see us in them cars they need some gla**es
Gla**es, n***as say they snatched em they be acting
Back to your wifey she a runner me and Biggs already f**ed her
Your man's told you she was on this dick but you trust her
Disgusting, she just want a picture in the Buffies
BandGang we sh**ting on these n***as we need Huggies
[Verse 2: Paid Will]
These hoes, they be f**ing with some hams it's the BandGang baby get a n***a with some bands
This n***a starving, walking around looking like Marvin in them Chargers behind tint, b**h I'ma baller
These hams, thank God for em though [?] get it ReRock like the bro, all in your b**h phone we be creeping on the low
Any problems let me know that's what I got the sweeper for
It feel good goin out the hood cause it's scorching on the block
DD trippin riding solo got the 9 in the chop
Poured a 8, straight drop that was only 2 pops can't remember last night,I think I f**ed 2 thots
This sh** for real finessing and jugging, I need a million
Either hate the gang or love the gang, cause we them n***as
When it come to getting chicken, you know who really get it we been tearing up the mall so old we been did it n***a
[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
Roller, b**h I got that roll ask the sweeper
I cook em, b**h I really bake em like Anita
Remida, a freaky b**h from Easter should've seen it
She s** it, like I forgot to wash it so she clean it
I smoke it, I lost my f**ing mind it got me blowing
A smoker, can't see this only eighthy so I know it
I finessed the plug for some rocksies and a dub
Your b**h gets super wet because the Buffs look like a tub
I hate to let my son see my phone I'm missing juggs
If this b**h hold this whole thousand I might give this hoe a hug
Been finessing since a pup
Put me nearer then it's gone
If you move, rest in peace
That's another sad song
Us broke can you imagine that? n***a we past that
These n***as broke they don't finesse, we invented that
They don't know about getting three, hit em for three more back
Next ding a call get three more then double that