Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ballin' with me to, he got that stick with him (Got that stick on him), ayy
Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (That .30, nigga)
If a nigga tryna play the we gon' get on him (Gon' het on him), shh
We ain't playing 'round (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Brodie sellin' packs while he in a trap
Posted with my strap, I be in the back
Got that study on my hip, please, don't try me, man
Know a nigga don't give no f*ck, I'm coming for them bands
Car crashed, had to change that 'Rari for that Lambo
Get paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been on
Packs comin' in, you know my niggas finna get 'em gone
Bullets to his head, that nigga can't think about his dome
Push up on him with that gat, that nigga movin' wrong
I do a hit straight with my niggas then I'm going home
Bad bitch, she super thick, I'm taking off her thong
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
It ain't shit to spend no coins 'cause I got all the hoes
Ain't no need to goin' shopping, I got all the clothes
Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows
Three bands, that's in my line, you said you need some bows
[Verse]
Money comin' in for them packs and now they goin' out
Can't even smoke up in hotels but bitch, we burnt it down
I get to geekin' off that liquor now it's going down
She get to geekin' off that drink and now she going down
Can't even smoke up in the Sprinter, they gon' kick me out
I know this ho, she got a man but she gon' suck me now

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