| [Intro: Reese LAFLARE &
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| Yung Bans
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| Plug
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| Yeah, change my name to—hold up (
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| Bans, Bans
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| 'Bout to change my name to Lil Skate
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| Yeah, money so long
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| My nigga Bans in here, hey
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| Money so long
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| Flare
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| Bitch
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| [Verse: Reese LAFLARE &
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| Yung Bans
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| Change my name to Lil Skate, yeah (Lil Skate, yeah)
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| I go hard like Weezy out the mixtape (
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| Ayy, ayy, yeah
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| I give a drip then ask her how the dick taste (I give a drip)
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| That nigga broke, I know he is a cheapskate, yeah (Yeah)
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| He’s a cheapskate, yeah, look (
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| Yeah
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| Ain’t no back and forth, ain’t no back and forth, yeah, ayy
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| Pull up in that Hellcat shootin' out them doors, Flare, yeah (Skrrt)
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| Count them racks and spend them bitches all in Barneys, yeah (Count them racks)
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| Ayy, count them racks and spend them bitches all in Barneys
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| (Flare)
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| Yeah, drinkin' all that purple, yeah, I feel like Barney, ha (Yeah)
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| Rich thick white girl and she wanna party (And she wanna, Bans)
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| Ooh, ayy, thick black girl pop it like a Harley, yeah
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| Fuck the whole bowl up, I wrap my wrist around it
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| (Bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl, bowl)
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| Yeah, ayy, swimmin' in that pussy, it feel like I’m drownin', hey
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| Pussy nigga sneak-dissin', we gon' send a bounty
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| (Bounty)
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| Ayy, main bitch thick so I call her Bounty, ha, ayy
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| All these bitches thirsty, tell 'em get from 'round me
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| Girls tryna cuff, send me to the county, no, ayy (Hit me up)
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| Lil Skate LAFLARE, I don’t think you want no smoke (Skate, Skate, woo)
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| Real reason these niggas hate me 'cause these lame-ass niggas broke (
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| Bans
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| Ain’t no cap in my game, shout to slime, them my bros (Hey, no cap)
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| Ha, no, ayy, no, ayy
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| I don’t want your ho, ayy (I don’t want your ho)
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| We gon' ring 'em in like a fuckin' rodeo, ayy (Like a rodeo)
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| I control these hoes like a damn remote controller, ayy (Remote)
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| She gon' suck the dick real fast, I told her slower (Ayy, ayy)
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| (Slower)
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| Hey, ayy, yeah
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| Ain’t no back and forth, ain’t no back and forth, uh
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| Pull up in the Hellcat shootin' out the door
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| Saint Laurent my jeans and, my bitch, she rock Dior (Yeah, she fancy)
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| You’s a broke-ass bitch wearin' Michael Kors (Niggas lame) |