Erased

If you don't got ten bands, get the fuck up out my lane

I just walked in the party all the bitches know my name

We gon' slide to yo party, shoot it up like its a range

This chop gon' rearrange his face

Don't got the piece, he catch a fade

Why you talking on the gang, like we won't get yo ass erased

We ridin' round with them Glocks, while you got that pepper spray

I just made a hundred bands, you still asking for a raise

Everyday we outside, and we making motion

You ain't even getting fried, all you do is smoke mid

Doing drills in the ride, this a fucking stolen