Did It Again

Came up on some bands
 Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
 He did it again
 Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
 Juuging again, that boy juuging again
 Did he just hit another lick? damn
 Did he just run off with your shit? damn
 Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
 Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
 And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
 She a freaky lil bitch
 Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
 I be ballin' like Mike and them
 I got two TECs like I fight the ref
 Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
 I be ballin' like Mike and them
 I got two TECs like I fight the ref
 Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 I seen that cash from afar
 I go to work for them bands, see the scars
 My weed make you dance with the stars
 Supersize my pockets, I'm living large
 McQueen gold on the scarf
 My shooters come out after dark
 I been 730 from the start
 It's KD, yeah that young boy go hard
 I came through it all in designer
 These bitches on me like piranhas
 My bitch a G, she'll align ya
 They like goddamn where you find her
 Ass so fat gotta climb her
 Ass so fat gotta climb her
 I'ma fuck that girl then go rewind her
 I got hoes poppin' up like reminders
 Niggas folding up like a binder
 Ain't no holding up, I'm on fire
 I be ballin' out, 49ers
 I be boolin' out like recliners
 We gon' shoot it out when we find ya
 I'ma stack it up like a diner
 I'ma stack it up like the diner
 No I stack it up like the waffle house
 With this ho we got nothing to talk about
 I'ma hit it then tell her to walk it out
 I wanna talk to this guap when I'm talking now
 All my niggas keep yops and we walk around
 All my niggas talkin' them digits
 Baby I talk it, I live it
 How he ballin', girl he moving his pivot
 Told Vic pull up with some bitches
 Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
 They gon' do it for the buzz
 I know she gon' give it up
 Came up on some bands
 Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
 He did it again
 Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
 Juuging again, that boy juuging again
 Did he just hit another lick? damn
 Did he just run off with your shit? damn
 Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
 Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
 And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
 She a freaky lil bitch
 Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
 Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six
 Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips
 Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
 I be ballin' like Mike and them
 I got two TECs like I fight the ref
 Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Bitch I be ballin' like Mike and them
 Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him
 Fuck her one time, bought the ho a Benz
 I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her friends
 Fuck up a check, I got plenty
 You mad cause your pockets is empty
 Brooklyn, pull up in a Bentley
 She suckin' me up and I bust on her titty
 The roof went missing again
 Racks on me, walk around with a ten
 They hating on you, they don't want you to win
 Rich forever, we done did it again
 Came up on some bands
 Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
 He did it again
 Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
 Juuging again, that boy juuging again
 Did he just hit another lick? damn
 Did he just run off with your shit? damn
 Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
 Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
 And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
 She a freaky lil bitch
 Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
 Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six
 Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips
 ♪
 Wear
 
 Came up on some bands
 Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
 He did it again
 Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
 Juuging again, that boy juuging again
 Did he just hit another lick? damn
 Did he just run off with your shit? damn
 Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
 Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
 And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
 She a freaky lil bitch
 Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
 I be ballin' like Mike and them
 I got two TECs like I fight the ref
 Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
 I be ballin' like Mike and them
 I got two TECs like I fight the ref
 Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 I seen that cash from afar
 I go to work for them bands, see the scars
 My weed make you dance with the stars
 Supersize my pockets, I'm living large
 McQueen gold on the scarf
 My shooters come out after dark
 I been 730 from the start
 It's KD, yeah that young boy go hard
 I came through it all in designer
 These bitches on me like piranhas
 My bitch a G, she'll align ya
 They like goddamn where you find her
 Ass so fat gotta climb her
 Ass so fat gotta climb her
 I'ma fuck that girl then go rewind her
 I got hoes poppin' up like reminders
 Niggas folding up like a binder
 Ain't no holding up, I'm on fire
 I be ballin' out, 49ers
 I be boolin' out like recliners
 We gon' shoot it out when we find ya
 I'ma stack it up like a diner
 I'ma stack it up like the diner
 No I stack it up like the waffle house
 With this ho we got nothing to talk about
 I'ma hit it then tell her to walk it out
 I wanna talk to this guap when I'm talking now
 All my niggas keep yops and we walk around
 All my niggas talkin' them digits
 Baby I talk it, I live it
 How he ballin', girl he moving his pivot
 Told Vic pull up with some bitches
 Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
 They gon' do it for the buzz
 I know she gon' give it up
 Came up on some bands
 Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
 He did it again
 Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
 Juuging again, that boy juuging again
 Did he just hit another lick? damn
 Did he just run off with your shit? damn
 Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
 Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
 And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
 She a freaky lil bitch
 Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
 Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six
 Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips
 Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
 I be ballin' like Mike and them
 I got two TECs like I fight the ref
 Pussy boy know it's on sight for him
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
 Bitch I be ballin' like Mike and them
 Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him
 Fuck her one time, bought the ho a Benz
 I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her friends
 Fuck up a check, I got plenty
 You mad cause your pockets is empty
 Brooklyn, pull up in a Bentley
 She suckin' me up and I bust on her titty
 The roof went missing again
 Racks on me, walk around with a ten
 They hating on you, they don't want you to win
 Rich forever, we done did it again
 Came up on some bands
 Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
 He did it again
 Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
 Juuging again, that boy juuging again
 Did he just hit another lick? damn
 Did he just run off with your shit? damn
 Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
 Did he just fuck another bitch? yup
 And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
 She a freaky lil bitch
 Smoking dope out the breeze, out the whip
 Bitch I'm smoking weed in the six
 Some of my niggas bloods, some of 'em crips
 ♪
 Wear