[Lyric] Multiply (sgpwes)

[Intro]
Ha
Ha, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Brrr (Ooh)
Hmmm

[Chorus]
Bands, yeah, damn
Bands, they get multiplied
Yeah, run on gang, man, you know you die
5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)
Bullet hit his ass from the backside (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We saw this lil' flexer from my third eye
My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockers, they on standby

[Verse]
This nigga trippin', what's up with you?
I'm finna pour me a cup or two
You got a rock, that's a W
I don't fuck around, we gonna dub with you
And he got a gun, baby, what would you do?
Baby, I'm finna stop fuckin' wit' you
Fuckin' them twins, they comin' in two
I got a choppa, I'm lettin' it loose
I'm finna spend that boy advance
Yeah, I done took his bitch, he mad, damn (Yeah)
Prada my fit, damn, I'm on the lamb (Yeah)
.762's and .9's, they won't jam
I got a white plug in Cali', his name Sam (Haha)
Walk in CVS, bein' polite, ma'am (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm at a point in my life where I'm sippin' on drink and I can't even stop (Can't even stop)
I'm in the crib, sippin' on Wock' (Yeah, wock')
Told my teacher how much I make, her jaw dropped (Dropped)
Her jaw dropped (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
I might just fuck on a Monday (Yeah), I'm goin' though rubber bands
You gon' be there one day, I went up, it's a hunnid bands
I got the guap, that's obvious (Ha)
I'm finna fuck on that college bitch (Ha)
I throw a rack at the audience
I'm goin' up, there ain't no stoppin' shit
[Chorus]
Bands, yeah, damn
Bands, they keep multiplying
Yeah, run on gang, man, you know you dyin'
5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)
Bullet hit his ass from the backside (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We saw this lil' flexer from my third eye
My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockets, they on standby