When Yung Bans steps to the mic, he unleashes a raw narrative of street survival and bravado. Wrapped in a cloak of luxury and danger, he brushes off idle chatter, symbolized by "blah blah blah." This isn’t just flexing; it’s his unfiltered reality. From brandishing designer Raf Simons to wielding powerful choppers, Bans illustrates a world where respect is non-negotiable and strength is vital. His lyrics pulse with urgency as he navigates the traps of the streets, always aware of the lurking threats. It’s a tale of rising from rock bottom, where each stripe earned is a testament to his resilience. #StreetCred #HustlerAnthem
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Ayy, niggas be talkin' that bullshit, talkin' that, "Blah blah blah" huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young nigga been runnin' them laps, young nigga been on the clock, uh
Pussy nigga try me, he must wanna meet God
These niggas been goin' out bad (yeah)
These niggas been goin' out sad (yeah)
Take a nigga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up
Huh, and that's it, huh, ayy, yeah
Brand new chopper got kick
Lil' nigga, you try me, swear you get killed, huh
Ayy, yeah, that's it, huh, yeah, ayy
Nigga cross the gang, on my mama, he get dipped, hmm
Yeah, and that's that (and that's that), ayy
Drive the 'Rari all black, draw down, you ain't gettin' shit back
We some snakes, nigga, you a rat
Strapped up, nigga, I can't lack
Knock her down, make her lick my sack
Birkin bag, she hold my strap
Ayy, niggas be talkin' that bullshit, talkin' that, "Blah blah blah" huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young nigga been runnin' them laps, young nigga been on the clock, uh
Pussy nigga try me, he must wanna meet God
These niggas been goin' out bad
These niggas been goin' out sad
Take a nigga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up (ayy, let's go)
Stripes on me like Adidas, I'm sipping codeine, pour an eight in a liter
They gave that shit life, got a young nigga grieving
These diamonds from Elliot wet and they freezing
Told my lawyer I ain't going, might as well give me the chair, yeah, yeah
Moncler, hmm, bitch, we out of here, yeah, ayy
Niggas be talking that bullshit, might as well save your breath (blah blah blah)
Send them young niggas where you stay, leave that shit a mess
Ayy, cross the gang, get you whacked, hmm
Go to war, Armageddon
Send them real killers, gon' slide on you
Might knock you off in a jet
Ayy, niggas be talkin' that bullshit, talkin' that, "Blah blah blah" huh, yeah
These is Raf Simons, I'm just sippin' Wock', huh
Yeah, young nigga been runnin' them laps, young nigga been on the clock, uh
Pussy nigga try me, he must wanna meet God
These niggas been goin' out bad (yeah)
These niggas been goin' out sad (yeah)
Take a nigga out so fast
I was just on my last, ayy
Get it out the street, yeah
None of this shit ain't free, yeah
Stripes like a zebra
They know I won't freeze up
Hahaha, uh, ayy
Punch in on the clock, young nigga gotta get this shit locked
Young nigga, know how I rock
Push up, we gon' drop him off
Sippin' syrup, I ain't got no cough
Writer(s): Brandon Afflick, Henry Nichols, Nick Mira, Vas Coleman
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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