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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bans
Yung Bans
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vas Coleman
Vas Coleman
Songwriter
Andre Latrail Harp
Andre Latrail Harp
Songwriter
Jonathan Ferrell
Jonathan Ferrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xjay
Xjay
Producer
Jonnymadeit
Jonnymadeit
Producer

Lyrics

Ooh
All these bands on me
Check on that Prada, ain't no new shit
Ain't gotta buy shit, I ain't gotta do it
Do a lotta hatin', ****, we movin'
Everything I do about a check, let's do It
Look in the mirror, smile when I walk out the house
I'm in the trap like a boss, you in the trap like a mouse
Treat a bad bitch like a brand new whip, ****, we wipin' it down
All by myself, all on the stage, bitch, rockin' it out
Rock on the plane, yeah, we could rock out right now
All of that ass, bad ass bitch, huh, walkin' her out
Look at that bitch, feelin' that shit, huh, feelin' me now
Takin' that ho, walk in the spot, she got a stick and a gown
Takin' it home and beating it down
Ain't taking these ho's, ain't giving 'em crowns
I'm taking they ho's and givin' 'em rounds
I tug on her Juju just like a gun range and give your ass rounds
All of my guys, we stayin' the same, stickin' around
You know we got switches and 30's on Dracs but them sticks is around
We went in your trap, we went to your place but no extensions around
I'm feelin' like Pac on all of these ho's, bitch, I'm gettin' around
Brand new swag, brand new style
Just met a bitch, makin' her proud
Fuck on the bed, fuck on the ground
She said "What's your name?" Lil' Fuck Around
Check on that Prada, ain't no new shit
Ain't gotta buy shit, I ain't gotta do it
Do a lotta hatin', ****, we movin'
Everything I do about a check, let's do It
Look in the mirror, smile when I walk out the house
I'm in the trap like a boss, you in the trap like a mouse
Treat a bad bitch like a brand new whip, ****, we wipin' it down
All by myself, all on the stage, bitch, rockin' it out
Rock on the plane, yeah, we could rock out right now
All of that ass, bad ass bitch, huh, walkin' her out
Look at that bitch, feelin' that shit, huh, feelin' me now
Takin' that ho, walk in the spot, she got a stick and a gown
Yeah, wipin' her down, ooh, yeah, wipin' her down, ooh
I had to use a blick, yeah, I had to use it now, uh
It ain't nothin' but some real solid **** 'round me
I just flew a lil' bad bitch from floozy county
Yeah, stick and a gown, ooh, yeah
Look in my eyes, for ya I'm on the prowl
Yeah, I'm on the prowl, boy, yeah, these **** like trout
Yeah, these **** like food, ooh
Instagram model fucked me for a pair of shoes
I'm so high, need a parachute, yeah
Look me in my eyes, tell I'm a nuisance
Put me on a cross, yeah, they tryna' crucify me
**** stealin' swag so I'm switchin' up the vibe
Check on that Prada, ain't no new shit
Ain't gotta buy shit, I ain't gotta do it
Do a lotta hatin', ****, we movin'
Everything I do about a check, let's do It
Look in the mirror, smile when I walk out the house
I'm in the trap like a boss, you in the trap like a mouse
Treat a bad bitch like a brand new whip, ****, we wipin' it down
All by myself, all on the stage, bitch, rockin' it out
Rock on the plane, yeah, we could rock out right now
All of that ass, bad ass bitch, huh, walkin' her out
Look at that bitch, feelin' that shit, huh, feelin' me now
Takin' that ho, walk in the spot, she got a stick and a gown
Written by: Andre Latrail Harp, Jonathan Ferrell, Vas Coleman
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