No Bonding (feat. BandGang Lonnie Bands)

I got rich ties

No doubt, my baby

Boy

Ffft

(Good lookin', Cali)

I ain't gon' lie

Man

Lil' bitch tryna cuff, told the bitch no bondin' (Huh?)

I'm hittin' it from the back, goddamn, I'm on it (Mwah)

She said her head good, I'm tryin' it (I'm tryin' it)

He said his work good, I'm buyin' it (I'm buyin' it)

Ayy, they said the Greyhound hot, I'm flyin' it

Put the shit in the press, it's solid (It's solid)

This lil' bitch got more class than college (Damn)

He the type to put a cap on the nick, he Colin (Boy)

I'm the type to run it up, goddamn, shit pilin' (Beep)

I'm comfortable servin' out public housin', **** (Bitch)

Show a bitch what you can do in the mountains (Ho)

She got paper cuts countin' money, fussin' and poutin' (Shut the fuck up)

Oh, you the type of bitch that never had to work for her thousands (Hmm)

You be gettin' your shit took, you allow it (You a bitch)

You ain't even got no gun, you a coward (Boy)

Ran it up, slappin' out public housing (Yeah)

Blow this big 7.62'll take a **** head off

Throw a bag at you, you gon' catch it like you Randy Moss

Put a tag on you, best believe it's gon' get you bought

On the E, swervin' off the drank, fuck around, got lost

Westside terrorist (Yeah), hoes say I'm arrogant (Bitch)

****, I be runnin' through the money, I don't cherish shit (I don't cherish shit)

Drum under the K, get to spinnin' like a Ferris wheel (Brrah)

**** think I'm chillin' at the crib, I'm on every drill, pussy (I'm on every drill)

You know lil' bro ain't got no chill (He ain't got no chill)

Tuh, I know he still smokin' shit even after the deal (Yeah)

I know a lot, Damar Hamlin, collapsed in the field

Tuh, he got hit all in the helmet, should've had his shield

Tuh, still ain't a trick, I'm the other one (I'm the other one)

The right hand grab the bills, I'll smack 'em with the other one

I ain't put the fake pills through dogs, they be smellin' 'em

I'll take your ass to ice hill and really get to hailin' 'em (Get to hailin' 'em)

Boy

You know me, I get to drivin', flyin', and mailin' 'em (Bitch)

Lil' bro just wanna kill, he ain't got no chill (He ain't got no chill)

I got a freak bitch, she on every pill (She on every pill)

I'm A&R in the streets, I'm on every deal (I'm on every deal)

Have you ever did a drug deal? Ain't talkin' 'bout pills (Boy)

Had to hit it two more times, they sayin' it kill (Mhm)

It's kinda crazy how the fake blues'll get a **** paid for real

And all my ****, they ain't movin' 'less you pay to kill (Unless you pay to kill)

You the type to hit the green, oh, you play for real? (Oh, you play for real?)

Even on a crap table, I still play the field (I still play the field)

You ever seen a mil' in cash? It give you the chills (Bitch)

You ever seen a hundred 'bows in the vacuum seal? (Boy)

I'ma think the pint fake if you don't crack the seal (If you don't brack the seal)

Shoot his ass in his face, boy, this shit for real (Man, this shit for real)

The judge gave my **** neph' true life, free my **** Millz

I got the dope lockin', the four-five rockin' (Baow)

If you ain't get it straight from the plug, then it's toxic (Then it's toxic)

Hit it once, then hit that bitch again, why you watchin'? (Why you watchin'?)

I caught him in the crowd, they started tweakin' like a moshpit (Huh?)