[Chorus: Diesel & Lil Mister]
I got bands in my pocket, bitch, you know I'm a boss
Smokin' dope, I'm with the stars, bitch, you know that I'm gone
Similar to a plane, bitch, the way I take off
Enemies our mini-me's, yeah, these niggas too small
Enemies won't hold me back, bitch, I'm 'bout to take off (yoom)
These niggas, I don't know, I just call 'em the flaw
When we make it to the top, guarantee we gon' ball (ball out)
I'ma giant to you niggas, man, you niggas is small
[Verse 1: Lil Mister]
I'm on my money shit, they say I think I'm a boss
I'ma shine on you niggas, all I know is to floss
And my pockets super fat like I stuffed Rick Ross
Ridin' in a foreign whip just to splurge and show off
If you hit the loud once, man, I swear you gon' cough
And my homies with the shits, so you niggas, get lost
In my zone, turnin' up, yeah, I'm 'bout to blast off
Three, two, one
Montana go ham, bitch, I go ape shit
Ridin' in a Benz, bitch, I am skatin'
Diesel is my mans and we stay up off that loud
Pack, sticky shit, keep a nigga in the shit
[Chorus: Diesel & Lil Mister]
I got bands in my pocket, bitch, you know I'm a boss
Smokin' dope, I'm with the stars, bitch, you know that I'm gone
Similar to a plane, bitch, the way I take off
Enemies our mini-me's, yeah, these niggas too small
Enemies won't hold me back, bitch, I'm 'bout to take off (yoom)
These niggas, I don't know, I just call 'em the flaw
When we make it to the top, guarantee we gon' ball (ball out)
I'ma giant to you niggas, man, you niggas is small
[Verse 2: Diesel]
Off the loud, my eyes low, I can't see you at all
I know all these bitches going, I crack 'em like credit cards
I pull up, straight flexin', hoppin' out foreign cars
Sippin' on that space juice, I'm VIP up in Mars
I'm too high, need a parachute
Girl pussy warm like a pair of shoes
And the watch sick, a nigga might puke (ugh)
Don't come at me wrong or I might shoot
I'm all about the money, I'm gettin' to the loot
Make my gun blow like a tuba do
I'm through this bitch, I stay blowin' pack
My money long and my pockets fat
Like Velcro, I keep the strap
I could make a scene if they wanna act
That trigger pulled and them shells clapped
My cup full and them Swishers fat
Me and Mister run hoes like back-to-back
Bring the seven out the door like I'm shootin' craps
[Chorus: Diesel & Lil Mister]
I got bands in my pocket, bitch, you know I'm a boss
Smokin' dope, I'm with the stars, bitch, you know that I'm gone
Similar to a plane, bitch, the way I take off
Enemies our mini-me's, yeah, these niggas too small
Enemies won't hold me back, bitch, I'm 'bout to take off (yoom)
These niggas, I don't know, I just call 'em the flaw
When we make it to the top, guarantee we gon' ball (ball out)
I'ma giant to you niggas, man, you niggas is small
I got bands in my pocket, bitch, you know I'm a boss
Smokin' dope, I'm with the stars, bitch, you know that I'm gone
Similar to a plane, bitch, the way I take off
Enemies our mini-me's, yeah, these niggas too small
Enemies won't hold me back, bitch, I'm 'bout to take off (yoom)
These niggas, I don't know, I just call 'em the flaw
When we make it to the top, guarantee we gon' ball (ball out)
I'ma giant to you niggas, man, you niggas is small
[Verse 1: Lil Mister]
I'm on my money shit, they say I think I'm a boss
I'ma shine on you niggas, all I know is to floss
And my pockets super fat like I stuffed Rick Ross
Ridin' in a foreign whip just to splurge and show off
If you hit the loud once, man, I swear you gon' cough
And my homies with the shits, so you niggas, get lost
In my zone, turnin' up, yeah, I'm 'bout to blast off
Three, two, one
Montana go ham, bitch, I go ape shit
Ridin' in a Benz, bitch, I am skatin'
Diesel is my mans and we stay up off that loud
Pack, sticky shit, keep a nigga in the shit
[Chorus: Diesel & Lil Mister]
I got bands in my pocket, bitch, you know I'm a boss
Smokin' dope, I'm with the stars, bitch, you know that I'm gone
Similar to a plane, bitch, the way I take off
Enemies our mini-me's, yeah, these niggas too small
Enemies won't hold me back, bitch, I'm 'bout to take off (yoom)
These niggas, I don't know, I just call 'em the flaw
When we make it to the top, guarantee we gon' ball (ball out)
I'ma giant to you niggas, man, you niggas is small
[Verse 2: Diesel]
Off the loud, my eyes low, I can't see you at all
I know all these bitches going, I crack 'em like credit cards
I pull up, straight flexin', hoppin' out foreign cars
Sippin' on that space juice, I'm VIP up in Mars
I'm too high, need a parachute
Girl pussy warm like a pair of shoes
And the watch sick, a nigga might puke (ugh)
Don't come at me wrong or I might shoot
I'm all about the money, I'm gettin' to the loot
Make my gun blow like a tuba do
I'm through this bitch, I stay blowin' pack
My money long and my pockets fat
Like Velcro, I keep the strap
I could make a scene if they wanna act
That trigger pulled and them shells clapped
My cup full and them Swishers fat
Me and Mister run hoes like back-to-back
Bring the seven out the door like I'm shootin' craps
[Chorus: Diesel & Lil Mister]
I got bands in my pocket, bitch, you know I'm a boss
Smokin' dope, I'm with the stars, bitch, you know that I'm gone
Similar to a plane, bitch, the way I take off
Enemies our mini-me's, yeah, these niggas too small
Enemies won't hold me back, bitch, I'm 'bout to take off (yoom)
These niggas, I don't know, I just call 'em the flaw
When we make it to the top, guarantee we gon' ball (ball out)
I'ma giant to you niggas, man, you niggas is small
( Lil Mister )
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