text: Turn it up a little, a little more
  Thats good
  Cocaine
  Bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
  Pull up on a young bitch with the muthafuckin Tec
  I got bands on my neck, hunnid bands on my neck
  Pull up in a niggas city with the Tec to his chest
  Young nigga comin through with the bands
  I got hunnids on me, homie, I got hunnid fuckin bands
  Pull up on a nigga, bitch I look like Charlie Brown
  Coolest young nigga, rollin through a nigga town
  Hunnids on my dick, hunnids on my neck
  See a pussy nigga, gets drummin with a Tec
  Pull up on yo mas, drop a bomb on her pussy
  Young nigga, I dont like relations
  Fuck that lovin mushy bullshit
  With the clip, with the shits, Im off the shits
  Take your bitch Im with the shit
  Ride around with a full ass clip
  Pull up on a nigga, then I shoot a nigga
  Pussy nigga in a baseball bat, throwd up a nigga
  Blood on my katana, Im comin for yo mama
  Slit her fuckin throat, I aint with the fuckin drama
  Blood between my nails, never fuckin go to Yale
  But I likely go to jail, just for readin fuckin braille
  Niggas dont ever prosper, niggas dont never change
  Niggas cant pull up in a nice fuckin Range
  Drama on my mind, hunnid commas on my mind
  Dirty bitch, all she want is a nigga time
  Blood on my katana, Im comin for yo mama
  Live from the grave, pussy nigga count commas
  Live for my niggas, all my niggas countin mamas
  My humble mama see the bitch she with the drama
  Take it to the grave, bury her today
  All my niggas with it like a muthafuckin skirmish
  I was ridin through the hood with the hoodie, uh
  Ion look like Trayvon, bust like-