Artist: → LV8R
Ay, ay
Lil boy I pop out with sticks
Lil boy I pop out with guns
Lil boy ya ass is so done
Lil boy I aim for ya lip
Lil boy I aim from the hip
I wouldn’t bet that I miss,
I wouldn’t bet that I miss
I’m rolling this dice to survive
7-11 I’ll send you to heaven
I don’t give a fuck bitch I break bread like levain
I’m from outer space just like I’m Ben or I’m Kevin
They didn’t love me the sent me away,
I’ma just work for myself not the pay
I’ma just do what I want feeling great
I swear on me, nothing could get up in my way
All of these bitches they claim that they gay
’Til they sit on the dick and they don’t go away
Please do not think that this is a complaint
I love all my bitchеs, I love all my baes
When wе get together we making it rain
We making that money we breaking the bank
We making it rain, but oh it’s so cold
I’m making it snow, I might need a sleigh
All we do is get bands
All we do is get bands
All we do is get bands
All we do is get bands
I don’t need no friend
I don’t need no friend
I don’t need no friends
I just need my bands
I just need two hands
I just need four hands
I just need ten hands
I just need big bands
I just need big bands
I just need big bands
Split it with my fam!