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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bans
Yung Bans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vas Coleman
Vas Coleman
Songwriter
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayy, **** be talkin' that bullshit, talkin' that blah blah blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock'
Yeah, young **** been runnin' them laps, young **** been on the clock, uh
Pussy **** try me, he must wanna meet God
These **** been goin' out bad (Yeah)
These **** been goin' out sad (Yeah)
Take a **** out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up
[Verse 2]
Huh, and that's it, huh, ayy, yeah
Brand new chopper got kick
Lil' ****, you try me, swear you get killed, huh
Ayy, yeah, that's it, huh, yeah, ayy
**** cross the gang, on my mama, he get dipped, hmm
Yeah, and that's that (And that's that), ayy
Drive the 'Rari all black, draw down, you ain't gettin' shit back
We some snakes, ****, you a rat
Strapped up, ****, I can't lack
Knock her down, make her lick my sack
Birkin bag, she hold my strap
[Verse 3]
Ayy, **** be talkin' that bullshit, talkin' that blah blah blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock'
Yeah, young **** been runnin' them laps, young **** been on the clock, uh
Pussy **** try me, he must wanna meet God
These **** been goin' out bad (Yeah)
These **** been goin' out sad (Yeah)
Take a **** out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up (Ayy, let's go)
[Verse 4]
Stripes on me like Adidas, I'm sipping codeine, pour an eight in a liter
They gave that shit life, got a young **** grieving
These diamonds from Elliot wet and they freezing
Told my lawyer I ain't going, might as well give me the chair, yeah, yeah
Moncler, hmm, bitch, we out of here, yeah (Ayy)
**** be talking that bullshit, might as well save your breath (Blah blah blah)
Send them young **** where you stay, leave that shit a mess, ayy
Cross the gang, get you whacked, hmm
Go to war, Armageddon
Send them real killers, gon' slide on you
Might knock you off in a jet
[Verse 5]
Ayy, **** be talkin' that bullshit, talkin' that blah blah blah, huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young **** been runnin' them laps, young **** been on the clock, uh
Pussy **** try me, he must wanna meet God
These **** been goin' out bad (Yeah)
These **** been goin' out sad (Yeah)
Take a **** out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up
[Verse 6]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ayy
Punch in on the clock, young **** gotta get this shit locked
Young ****, know how I rock
Push up, we gon' drop him off
Sippin' syrup, I ain't got no cough
Written by: Brandon Afflick, Henry Nichols, Nicholas Mira, Vas Coleman
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