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Wanna know how to get these bans
Told my niggas you can't be scared
He play with that money we bustin his head
So please don't play with this bread

And I still be sleepin off them bars
(And I still be sleepin off them bars)
And I'm still in the trap like no tomorrow
(Still in the trap like no tomorrow)
And a nigga still mad cause he know I ball
(And a nigga be mad cause he know I ball)
Had to give it my last had to give it my all

I got to run me some bans
I had to get to the dance
He get to tweekin he dead
I never shot at his leg
I'm tryna get to some bread
I'm tryna get to the dough
I just been geekin off meds
Pose yeah, I snap like a photo
Wanna know how to get these bans
Told my niggas you can't be scared
He play wit that money, we bustin his head
So please don't play with this bread

You want it, you take it, yeah
My niggas they take shit, yeah
I roll it, then face it, yeah
I'm going through fazes, yeah
We started this shit in the basement, yeah
Got this shit straight off the pavement, yeah
He wants the smoke, I will take it there, yeah
Hop in that foreign and race it, yeah
Roll up da wood and I faced it, yeah
I get so high I look Asian, yeah
I am so far from basic, yeah
Remember them days, they traded, yeah
Flippin it back, stackity stack
I got the racks, yeah
Nigga don't act cause I got the mac
And you can get whacked, yeah
If I have a slatt, then this homicide
Don't carry no mash, yeah
No matter the time, them killers gon slide
You better go hide, yeah

And I still be sleepin off them bars
(And I still be sleepin off them bars)
And I'm still in the trap like no tomorrow
(Still in the trap like no tomorrow)
And a nigga still mad cause he know I ball
(And a nigga be mad cause he know I ball)
Had to give it my last had to give it my all

I got to run me some bans
I had to get to the dance
He get to tweekin he dead
I never shot at his leg
I'm tryna get to some bread
I'm tryna get to the dough
I just been geekin off meds
Pose yeah, I snap like a photo

I got to run me some bans
I had to get to the dance
He get to tweekin he dead
He get to tweekin he dead
I'm tryna get to some bread
I'm tryna get to the dough

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