[Intro: Poppa Got Bandz]
Nor flinch, put your face on the 'Gram
Don't move nor flinch, put your face on the 'Gram
Mm
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Poppa Got Bandz]
Don't move nor flinch, put your face on the 'Gram
Snatch his chain, take his watch, take his waist panty down
Catch them n***as posted up partyin', clear that bitch out
Found out she fuckin' PB, you punched her in her mouth
Yeah, I know how your bitch told me how you get physical
But every time we slide through, you never let your pistol blow
Kickin' [?] Air Force soles
Bum bitches I don't pay, I stay from near those

[Verse 2: Poppa Got Bandz & DaBoii]
All the 9s fully, don't forget about the .40s
My young n***as donkeys, they'll fuck over your homies
Now we doin' hella [?] 'causе it's bands on him
You ain't gon' fuck shit over, on your dead homies
Oh, hе throw the 2s down? Fuckin' put some lead on him
Hit the pussy so good, baby got the bed sunkin'
Neck shot, face shot, tryna leave his head open
Hella strikers, baby A's, and fully Glocks when we be slidin'
40 Water, this bitch flooded
Brodie said it's perfect timin'
"D-Boii, where you been?" Bitch, I don't know, bitch, I been ridin'
N***a callin' for his bitch, told that n***a come and find her
Said you smokin' on my brother, he ain't even did that
N***a flexin' in the club, he'll get his wrist snatched
Suckers dissin' in them songs, come and get some get-back
[Verse 3: Poppa Got Bandz]
Off a honey pack hittin' honey, broke the bitch back
Got in a lil' turn, n***as came back sad
Tried to steal home baby, but lil' buddy wasn't fast
[?], them other n***as show licks
N***as [?] got it spankin' oldheads
Every time we get a taxi call, we off no meds
More bands, more bodies, y'all got more dead friends
Switched up on PG, we used to come often

[Verse 4: DaBoii]
Yeah, got the drop on them n***as, told Pop I'm all in
Sayin' he the biggest shark, n***a, you a craw then
Bitches on me in the club and I ain't even walk in
.45 turn a dreadhead to a baldhead
Broke bitch on my line askin' can she hold ten
And I had to laugh that shit off, I wouldn't buy that bitch a burger
Bitch run off with the back, then I'm Mike, she Tina Turner
Throw the wrong shit up, then he gon' get his ass murdered
Auntie want some pills, ain't gon' lie, had to serve her
Omarion with the Glock, up my hammer, then I serve it
N***as know what I bang, n***as know where we hang
I ain't talkin' 'bout no brush, we take souls when we paint
Why you hit that bitch raw? Boy, you know that it stank
And I'm good with the [?], felt like four to his brain
[Verse 5: Poppa Got Bandz]
Bounced out with no skeezy like, "Fuck this lil' fame"
I rob n***as and break bitches, why the fuck would I sell eighths?
Rap check comin' in too, shit, life great
They just wanted two tapes, I turned down 40K
Like, we ain't here for a hundred-twenty K four ways
N***as playin' the fuck out of Kraze like we ain't havin' pape'
N***a dissin' in these songs like we ain't jumpin' out these straights
And we ain't puttin' belt to ass with both baby A's and K's (Yeah)

[Verse 6: DaBoii]
Like we ain't puttin' belt to ass with them glickos
I don't shoot dice, bet a ten in the casino
Callin' up the bitch late at night like, "It's me, ho"
I ain't givin' shit in this bitch but some free smoke
Yeah, I count a hundred three times, we ain't equal
Try to get the spot, I get to knockin' through the peephole
Lookin' for a cute thick bitch for me to breathe on
Them n***as time comin', be patient, it won't long (Put that on the gang)