[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands I'ma keep it on me
Ran off from the plug he can't stop me
Got my team posted with me like armada
[?] for the free with my choppa
If you ain't got a bag why you talkin'?
Bitch I always got a sack ain't no option
Thot, thot, thot
Got your girlfriend suckin' on me
Gang in this bitch we postin' like an army

[Verse 1: Yung Bitch]
Your girl on my dick she give me top
Pipe on my fuckin' waist like a sawman
Why your girlfriend cheat 'cause she like me
I think I'm God, now you tryna' be just like me
Swear to god every woman screamin' pipe me
She ask me if I'm fuckin' single I say, "Bitch I might be"
12 rings on and my chain shinin'
Tryna' stash my fuckin' chain and the things flyin'
Oh, oh runnin' bands for your mans, hoe
Tryna' pop a check tryna' get my fuckin' bread, hoe
As a youngin' runnin' houses with a mess, hoe
I'ma rob I'ma steal I need bands, hoe

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands I'ma keep it on me
Ran off from the plug he can't stop me
Got my team posted with me like armada
[?] for the free with my choppa
If you ain't got a bag why you talkin'?
Bitch I always got a sack ain't no option
Thot, thot, thot
Got your girlfriend suckin' on me
Gang in this bitch we postin' like an army
[Verse 2: Original God]
Shawty is so bomb I might just call her Hiroshima
And her waist is so thin don't think there is someone to feed her
And even last year that wouldn't be something I'd say
But last week I killed my morals drowned her head inside the bay
What you say talkin' shit on Facebook no you just a fake
Buyin' FTP and your favorite rapper thinks you lame
I don't know, I don't even know what kind of songs to play
'Cause everything I drop these skinny waifus say "That's fucking flames"

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands I'ma keep it on me
Ran off from the plug he can't stop me
Got my team posted with me like armada
[?] for the free with my choppa
If you ain't got a bag why you talkin'?
Bitch I always got a sack ain't no option
Thot, thot, thot
Got your girlfriend suckin' on me
Gang in this bitch we postin' like an army

[Verse 3: Swerzie]
Ayy, post it like a fuckin' army n***a
All these rappers tryna' harm me n***a
But I get the KO let the tommy hit 'em
Bitches fuckin' while a n***a lovin'
Ain't no time for the fuckin' coffin
Yung Bitch with an old bitch heard they stuntin' on us
But I know they bluffin'
Fuck the population
We on detonation
Blowin' uppin' nations ain't no explanations
How we fuckin' made it tell 'em to suck a dick and die
If they resolve to fuckin' hatin'
Cut my wrist with my emo bitch
Mix the blood in cappuccino shit
We you need verses I'm the [?]
'Cause a n***a ballin' like chemo bitch
[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands I'ma keep it on me
Ran off from the plug he can't stop me
Got my team posted with me like armada
[?] for the free with my choppa
If you ain't got a bag why you talkin'?
Bitch I always got a sack ain't no option
Thot, thot, thot
Got your girlfriend suckin' on me
Gang in this bitch we postin' like an army