[Intro]
BangGang
Come On P

[Verse1: BandGang Javar]
This cold bitch just slid in my DM's like "What you doin' boo?"
Ice Gucci on me all the time, yeah I remember you
She double backin' 'cause I got more chicken than a pettin' zoo
I ain't gon' be petty, I'ma treat you like my other two
I fuck then hit her with that "What you bout to get into?"
I ain't heartless [?] she got a few
And I ain't stupid, when them fours drop she gotta prove
And I ain't [?] off that 5K, I gave her two
Bitch put your face on this ID, I don't want new pics
Twenty bros, forty common names, you gon' make ten quick
I can make a bitch or I can break a bitch
Long as I get paid I don't care who she fuck with

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Said that you know how to break a bitch, just save it for the birds
Place a bounty by the 2nd, bro gon' take it by the 3rd
(Fuck around and die the next day, no head
No face, Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia)
Told Javar to just deluxe a song, I had to hit the road
Sixty days, fifty shows, somewhere in your city blow
Fuck around and stack six hundred jacks up off of fifty pros
Cutty in that kitchen, dog fetchin', but ain't frisbee throw
BandGang, Shittyboyz, that's always a classic
Yeah I grew up in the jungle, but man, I always adapted
Bad as hell in school, but I always was absent
Turned out for the pay, the blue strips, they always attractive
Shut the fuck up, you ain't been on shit since you was born
I wear palm trees [?], you know me, yeah, I'ma do the foreign
Syracuse vibes, in New York we got the blues and oranges
Balenciaga, paid a fuckin' rack, that's why the shoes enormous
Every L I've seen it was a lesson, all I know is triumph
All I know is victory, all I know is trophies
All I eat is hundred dollar meals, like all you know is Coney
Must be fucked up in the city, must be fucked up rubbin' pennies
If it ain't a supercharger front of it, won't touch the Hemi
If it ain't a fully switch up on it, I won't touch the semi
I be sippin' Quagen in the wocky, I can't touch the Remi