$teven Cannon
I MIGHT
[Intro: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
Brrrra
Yeah, (ayy) nah we gon punch a bunch of times in this b*t*h
Hahaha, b*t*h
Gang
Yeah, hahahaha
Kinfolk Jon (what, ayy)
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah)
People they don't understand (ayy)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (b*t*h)
People they don't understand (ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy)

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Young n***a gotta go get a bag (bag)
Young n***a gotta go get it fast (fast)
I f**k your b*t*h so I know why you mad (b*t*h)
Then a n***a pull of in a jag (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Pull off then I go get a check (check)
Diamonds shinin' watch 'em dance on my neck (huh)
Head shy there's no need for no vets (gang)
Deal high, sendin' shot out a Tech (gang)
Neck talk then I'm catching a fade (b*t*h)
Talking guns then you know we gon' play (huh)
A hundred shots got some bust out the 'K (gang)
Spin a block, he get hit in broad day (brra)
N***as mad want the beef 'cause a b*t*h (b*t*h)
Go down bet you n***as will snitch
Light 'K bullets go through the mist (gang)
223 they gon' come like some bricks, ayy (ayy)
N***as speaking like "what's up, well I expect that action"
Broad daylight, smoke that car up, Like he smokin' Mavericks
I'm loaded up, I keep that AR and them bullets stackin'
That choppa make a n***a sing like he was a Braxton
[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah)
People they don't understand (ayy, ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don't understand (what, yeah)
People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: $teven Cannon]
Beverly stunting, brought the Fisker just to fool on it
Brought the katana secret compartment with the tool on it
You was a dreamer, ten out of ten you with a stupid b*t*h
And probably f**k herself to my pictures and a crucifix
N***as steady purpin had an option, I been kicking sh*t
N***as run their mouth about their guns and still be getting laid
Time for a trapper turn his rap into some business sh*t
Extended mag I come with sixty and you missing sh*t
I can't trust these n***as, they too busy on the internet
Sitting behind their Mac they can kill for this energy
I can teach your b*t*h, she gotta pay me just to penetrate
I got my own b*t*h, I ain't had no time for dinner dates, ni-

[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don't understand (yeah)
People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don't understand (yeah)
People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 3: YBN Almighty Jay]
It's YBN and Xan (Xan)
You know your b*t*h is a fan (fan)
I told that B Lou man love that she mad
She want me to be her man (stupid b*t*h)
I told my jeweler to freeze my neck
Now that b*t*h wettin' her pants, ooh (ice)
I made her squirt (squirt)
Damn look these b*t*hes are flirtin' (flirtin')
Sh-sh-shoot and I take off her skirt
But it ain't workin', I guess I hadn't a virgin
Yeah, your b*t*h wanna f**k, these n***as hurt
'Cause I get that check first (I get that check)
They b*t*h too moody (moody)
The blood on the girl, 'cause that b*t*h was a groupie (groupie)
She tried to seduce me (what)
That b*t*h keeps on sending me pics of her booty (booty, b*t*h)
Bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)
Smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)
New coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)
These n***as (n***as), so lame (lame)
Bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)
Smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)
New coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)
These n***as, so lame (b*t*h)
[Chorus: Lil Xan & YBN Nahmir]
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don't understand (yeah, brr, brr)
People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
I might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah)
People they don't understand (yeah, ayy)
People they don't understand (ayy, gang)
I might just run up these bands (ayy)
Ain't got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
People they don't understand (yeah, brr, brr)
People they don't understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)