You already know what's goin' on, it's all love
Ayy, shout out OhGeesy, all that
You know what's goin' on, long live Ketchy the Great
We know the truth, n-
Man
Shots out the chop, his body drop, I just start laughin'
Another police dead, his last words, "We should call captain"
Look, bro, my Draco a real spitter, he should start rappin'
He runnin' from the finance company, he's a carjacker
Don't at me on the 'Gram if you ain't prepared to be a pallbearer
I'm ridin' with this 40, left him stretched, he had a tall can
Ain't been where I been if you ain't never had a Walkman
Grab the icepick out a nice sock, then it was yard down
Big bands, I sit and bick back, look at her chinstrap
Mei Ling and Su Yung, I know they itchin' for some get-back
Big facts, I let the K off, almost got whiplash
Drakeo just did the "Bands" beat, run that shit back
Big drums, I'm holdin' Big Pun when I bring the terror
The only reason he got a gun by him 'cause he a sheriff
Police-ass niggas could never sit with the mayor
Mardi Gras, see the tits, we came here for Jerry, Jerry
Very scary when these tips go in circles like Mary, Mary
When he see me, all the liquid he dropped was canary yellow
I'm a demon in my head, when I'm spittin', I'm very subtle
All gas when I step the booth, my foot's very heavy
Niggas sweet as Ben & Jerry's, leave 'em in a cemetery
I don't need a pen and paper, niggas know just what I'm sayin'
B-, I bought a stupid chop, it didn't come in with a brain in it
What the f- these niggas thinkin'? I'm untouchable
Unfuckwitable, how he did him was despicable
I'm a danger in the coupe, yell, Mystikal
Despicable me, I put him on a tee
Even think about these chains, leave him like Lilo and Stitch
Keep loadin' clips, n-, we know he dead
Cheese on his head, n- leave him with rats
Now he's a pack me on the way to the bank
Do Drakeo the Ruler run the city? What you think?
Ugh, that was nothin'
The K keep bustin', nigga, I should've bought a muzzle
We ain't finna scuffle, know you be with Archie Bunker
I keep a thumper when I bump her 'cause I don't trust her
Call in ten, bro, your girl in good hands, I know you love her
Is this Drakeo? You f-' my b-? No, wrong number, n-
What the f- you got goin' on, n-?
Niggas know the truth
You know what's goin' on
Bands, always runnin' up them bands
D- ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants
Ugh
Nigga, long live the Great
So cold I do 'em, we on 2
Bands, bands, bands, bands