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? Nothin', what you on, gang? Here we go, hah Rockstar sh-, 5Star (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 sh- New lil' chick and she sassy as sh- 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' get it (he know it) Fu- all these bi-, they trippin' Fu- all these bi-, they trippin' Fu- all these bi-, 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 n- don't know me You cuffin' on thotties, she fu- 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 n- behind me This for my dodie, uh None of you, none of you know me, uh He want a brand-new homie 'Cause all of my homies smoked him Pop your sh-, twin Chasin' a bag, talkin' big, sh- They know the difference Come around me, keep your distance, yeah This for my dodie (this for my) None of you, none of you 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 F- 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, none of you 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)