Testo Multiply

Ha
Ha, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Brrr (Ooh)
Hmmm

Bands, yeah, damn
Bands, they get multiplied Yeah, run on gang, man, you know you die
Slide fast for these rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Whew)
Bullet hit his ass from the backside (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We saw this lil' flexer from my third eye
My shooter got aim, even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockers, they on standby

This nigga trippin', what's up with you?
I'm finna pour me a cup or two
You gotta rock, that's a W
I don't [?], we gotta dub with you
And he got a [?]
Baby, I'm finna stop fuckin' wit' you
Fuckin' them twins, they comin' in two I got a choppa, I'm lettin' it loose
I'm finna spend that boy advance
Yeah, I done took his bitch, he mad, damn (Yeah)
Prada my fit, damn, I'm on the lamb (Yeah)
[?] twos and nines, they won't jam
I got a white plug in Cali', his name Sam (Haha)
Walk in CVS, [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm at a point in my life where I'm sippin' on drink and I can't even stop
I'm in the crib, sippin' on Wock' (Yeah, wock')
Tell my teacher how much I make, how much I drop
How much I drop (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
I might just fuck on [?], yeah, I'm goin' though rubber bands
You gon' be there one day, I went up, it's a hunnid bands
I got the guap, that's obvious
I'm finna fuck on a college bitch
I throw a rake in the audience
I'm goin' up, there ain't no stoppin' shit

Bands, yeah, damn
Bands, they get multiplied
Yeah, run on gang, man, you know you die
Slide fast for these rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Whew)
Bullet hit his ass from the backside (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We saw this lil' flexer from my third eye
My shooter got aim, even though he crosseyed
We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)
And we got them rockers, they on standby