bands, boy

bands, boy Whippin’ in the kitchen, turn a hobby to a plan, boy Thought about my neighbor wife, knew that was the strife, boy Still I’m in the trap, livin’ savage, I’m a D-Boy (Verse 1) I’m in the fast lane, skrrt skrrt, no patience Funk on my wrist, chain swing like a spaceship They said I’m ugly, but the money make me handsome Hundred dollar bills, rubber bands hold ’em ransom I’m the one they envy, I’m the one they can’t be Plug sendin’ packs, touchdown like I’m Randy CashKidd vibes, slick talkin’ on a late night Neighbor wife lookin’, I was thinkin’ if the play right (Chorus) Girls call me ugly, still I’m flexin’ with the bands, boy Whippin’ in the kitchen, turn a hobby to a plan, boy Thought about my neighbor wife, knew that was the strife, boy Still I’m in the trap, livin’ savage, I’m a D-Boy ( Verse 2) I’m a menace, funky with it, swear I’m too authentic Detroit flow, turn a Honda to a coupe tinted Pockets never empty, keep it raw, never friendly Whole hood know I’m plugged in like a Bentley I’m laughin’ at the doubters, stackin’ up the profit Nothin’ outta bounds, only money in my logic Life on the edge, I ain’t never play it safe, boy Every day I live it like I’m tryna beat the case, boy (Chorus) Girls call me ugly, still I’m flexin’ with the bands, boy Whippin’ in the kitchen, turn a hobby to a plan, boy Thought about my neighbor wife, knew that was the strife, boy Still I’m in the trap, livin’ savage, I’m a D-Boy