Bandana Patches

Imma tell the doc I need a pint not a eight
Imma tell the doc I need a pint and a eight
These track twos same size as some skates
Bought a tag on your pants it was only one eighty
Turn my back to a nigga, I know a rock won’t graze me
The shit that make you lil niggas happy won’t phase me
Imma bring a lamb to my hood, call it Navy
I really like Amiri’s with the bandana patches
Couple feet from the beach, I might go and find Patrick
Five star meals, most of this you never had it
Five star meals, all this you’ll never have it
Seventy five hundred if a nigga want a verse
It won’t even take that just to get a nigga hurt
We all know what’s going on, you a bitch get a skirt
It’s a thousand dollar cup I just sip it through the verse
We gone park around the corner then walk up to the target
Walk a nigga down then go shoot up the party
I break a bitch heart then never tell her sorry
I got more pints then that nigga at the pharmy
My gun can’t fit nowhere, I’m Palm Angels
Her friend wanna fuck too and I’m thankful
You try something for my chain, I’ll paint you
FN hit right him right up close, I’ll shank you
You the type to go and hang with a bonafide rat
Get a nigga dunked on like Bonafide back
I know he a character, all that nigga do is cap
This a Off-White rug, do not step on the mat
I think I’m Omar, I got all this drank on me
I eat like a king, you be busy getting
Turn around fade-away or a swish like Kobe
Hopped out with the drake, with the rockabye on me
Hopped out with the
Hopped out with the drake, with the rock a fat on me
Cause we on it
Still do what want
Doing what we want in the hood cause we own it