yung bandz
[Intro]
I
I-I love you
[Chorus]
I don't love shit, but I love the draco, damn
Caught a flank, on the opps, bitch, we slide in camo (Damn)
Collecting all these Glocks, bitch, I feel like Thanos
Glock shoot two whenever
I sticked the plug, I swear I'm clever (Gang)
In the trap, don't pull the lever
Two Glocks, Stockholm and Denver, what?
I got yung bandz on a fucking dresser (I got yung bandz)
Posted up, with this Drake, in some Tuscan Leather
Aye, got this thermo, on me, you can tell the weather
Damn, we get you set up, I'ma just call Hеather, what?
Bitch, I'm smoking gas, you know this shit pressure (I'm smoking za)
And you know I talk my shit, thеy fucking with me lesser
And, I speak my mind, yo bitch fuck with me more (I speak my mind)
These niggas be snaking, watch the backdoor (Watch the backdoor)
Damn, the feds just hit, man, these racks galore
I got designer shit you can't find from the store
That [?] a bitch, that shit in his core
Bitch I always got a Glock, that's that smoke, more