Cmonnn (Hit It One Time)(feat. Lay Bankz)

Ayy, Lay, what you on, Lay?
 What you on, bro, what you on?
 Ayy, Bree, what you on, Bree?
 Shit, nothin', what you on, gang?
 Here we go
 Hah
 Rockstar shit, 5Star shit (Jersey)
 Big rockstar (this for my, this for my)
 Thinkin' that we broke, lil' boy, you can die that (Die that)
 Anything you want, we can buy that
 New lil' Jag and the Bentley, I'ma cop that (Yeah)
 With a Cartier on my wrist
 Know that I'm lit, they be tryna take the pic
 Like come on, man, I'm flashy as shit
 New lil' chick and she sassy as shit
 And she look bad, so I bag from the rip like
 Okay, he want a tip, rock him (Bah)
 Oh, he wanna lack? Pop him (Bah)
 Oh, he coppin' out? Block him
 Let's go
 Oh, he want the smoke? Okay (Yeah)
 We tell that boy to come get it, yeah
 We tryna see if he with it
 Wе tryna see if he with it
 Got Lay on the joint, she gon' gеt it
 (He know it)
 Fuck all these bitches, they trippin'
 Fuck all these bitches, they trippin'
 Fuck all these bitches, they trippin'
 This for my (this this this for my for my)
 This for my (this this for my this this for my)
 Let's go
 Walk in the party, I'm sippin' on Pepsi
 Wait, nah, I'm sippin' on Fanta
 We gettin' lit, we got fans out Atlanta (Out the A)
 Naw, we got fans out Atlanta
 Come on, hit it one time
 Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
 Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
 Come on, we get caught for a dime
 Come on
 Shamone
 Come on
 Yeah, yeah
 Chasin' the bag and you chasin' a rollie
 Keep your distance, you niggas domn't know me
 You cuffin' on thotties, she fuck with my homie
 Did the dash in a new store Johnny
 I want a jet black matte Bugatti
 I don't really jank, got smoke, that's problem
 Met a white girl, think her name was Molly
 Get left or get right, put you niggas behind me
 This for my dodie, uh
 None of you bitches know me, uh
 He want a brand new homie
 'Cause all of my hommies smoked him
 Pop your shit, twin
 Chasin' a bag, talkin' big shit
 They know the difference
 Come around me, keep your distance, yeah
 This for my dodie (This for my)
 None of you bitches know me, uh
 He want a brand new homie (This for my)
 'Cause all of my homies smoked him
 W-w-w-w-walk it out
 We ain't got no rat, we can't talk it out
 Fah-fah-fah, slide
 Don't run, lil' boy, you can't hide
 Oh my God
 Fuck with us, you gon' die
 It's that time, got an XD and a Glock 45, uh
 This for my Dodie (this for my)
 None of you bitches know me, uh
 He want a brand new homie (This for my)
 'Cause all of my homies smoked him, uh
 This for my (this this this for my for my)
 This for my (this this for my this this for my)