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Tryna stack them bands til my pants they can't handle
Runnin' through the paint like i'm Randle
I got lil' bitch and I swear that she a dancer
She

And ya hands tied 
Behind ya back 
Fuckin all raw 
Just to show you I'm the man 
Sweatin big drops 
And I'm all hard 
Trynna get up in them pants 
God damn

Diamonds on my mind
My pants they stay saggin'
Pull up to your house
With my feet they draggin'
Skrt to the kitchen
Like whats cracka-lackin
Asked for some

Blessing how you living nigga
You can see I can't complain 
Pants Spain
Shirt 'preme 
Ima do my thing
I'm balling I want rings 
Pants Spain
Shirt by Supreme

like me bitches who reach for the sky
Reached down my pants now she got me surprised

Came to the party they trynna take photos 
Came with the sack but

in my pants
Wait, the coupe it done take me to space like a martian
I got the racks ain't no reason to bargain
Take off, a rocket, I feel like I'm

the man dawg
I guess you need a hand dawg
Now I got her in my pent dawg
About to rip them pants off
I'm a fan like Stan dawg
Your girl need a man dawg
She

Draco in my pants 
I fuck your bitch in your benz
im like Arthur fleck
Criminal mastermind
I don't care about your hoe 
I just wanna reach my goal
I

throw it back
I'm like, "woah how you fitting in them pants?"
She gave the standing ovation
She make it clap when she dance
She walk in the room
Double

pants down 
Seems to the formula these days...

VERSE 2

And In the morning it’s back to grind 
Mounting up we no dey ever rest— back to the climb

Off the top
Watch me pop the shots
Niggas wanna talk alot
Cant even make a knot
Shit gonna hit the fan
You piss your pants
Bitching for fans
You in

truly (Splat splat)
Middle name Constantin, first name is spooky (Boo!)
Pull down your pants I start eatin' your booty (Fruity)

Liquid cocaine all up in

soul
No I don't pop xans
Mike Amiri my pants
Bitch I'm doing my dance
The fuck is you sayin?
Pussy bitch I'm the man
Yeah that's my gang forever
We go

to the club and pull out my racks
Fornication
Go into my bedroom pull down my pants
She want a baby so I'll relax
Cause I don't got time for that pull up my

showin out
Niggas showin out
Got money in our pants now we showin out
Stacks and rubber bands now we showin out
Looking lit up on the gram
Now we showin

like loose leaf
My tracks got that kick like bruce lee
Big racks on me pockets woozy
She was bad but gave no coochie
Uniqlo go Yamaguchi
My pants ripped

shooting first not shooting back
I stay on go stick to the task
Now my pants filled with them racks
New tag and a splat
Bitch you know I’m moving fast
I’m

care who you are
You hear this beat gotta dance
Big Fish wear the pants
Big Fish wear the pants
Fine seafood
She upper echelon she fine seafood
She chill

any purchase not Looking at the tag no way aye aye 
These bands in my pockets you a Drag I'm a jockey pants always Fucking saggin'

Getting to the bag

Morant (Whoa!)
Call me Rookie of the Year
All these bands I spent (Yah!)
Big bands in my pants
It’s gon’ make her dance
Ballin on these niggas like I’m Ja

Fancy pants, pleated to hide erections
Not too keen on the Electric Slide
Egg roll buffet, I'll fuckin' fart all night
No date, no babe, but it's OK
Beer

Those pants
In the spotlight 
Ended up on my floor
Got me begging for more
In the spotlight

She in the spotlight
Tonight just like prom night
Took

who get up and get they scam On
Know a girl who head so good, I changed her name to Scantron

Every time I'm in her room she tell me take my pants off

your past
Only bullets will make her dance 
Girl that ass inside those pants
Looks good as it runs away
I wanna see you at the bottom of the lake
Cuz