Week - Weiland

Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week

Yeah, his bitch bad, yeah, I know she is a freak

In that Hellcat, all leather on the seat

Boy, your pockets thin, you can turn into some wheat

Blue bands up in these Undercover jeans

Poison in my cup, yeah, sippin' on that lean

Roadhead, yeah, that bitch suckin' on the D

We got beef, you can turn into a Slim Jim

Tesla S and I’m ridin' with the blue rims

He a stain, I can see right through him

.40 on me and that shit goin', «bim, bim!»

Kick your bitch out if she ain’t givin' that throat

Playin' with my life, so this .40 I’mma tote

If he want a war, I’mma sink him like a boat

I think she in love, yeah, murder what she wrote

Ready for whatever, it say Junya on my coat

In love with finesse, yeah, in love with them notes

Wanna last forever, yeah, tryna be a quote

Yeah, yeah

Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week

Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week

Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week