Kehlani - Thouxanbanfauni

My bitch bad Kehlani

Yellow bone like Imani

Bitch your boyfriend don’t even try me

My shooter, my shooter, Jelani

I’m on my last pill

Plug out of town still

Locked in that stu' for real

Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal

My bitches be fake friends

Fauni keep tabs on the kid

I don’t try to understand

They can’t even make sense of that shit

Spun out 'round the juice on my shirt, need a magic marker

AMGs to the Bimmer truck, black German armor

Chevy Camaro 2.0 liter, turbocharger

Four-cylinder engine, rev it up, rev it up, go a lil' harder

These niggas forgot who helped em' out when they was down bad

At least y’all show true colors, crusty, crusty crabs

Gangbanging niggas need to throw in the towel

Switching up, switching up flags

These broke ass niggas afraid to fight

Ruger sit on my lap

Chicago, Atlanta and Chatt'

mailing in vacuum bags

Forty-five for exotic

Tax fifteen 'cause you ain’t gon' find it

You ain’t even my partner

Got gang tailing your whip, finna rob you

Not impressed by no Jesus piece

Don’t get that, need to boss up

Folks come around, we hit in a gym

scheming, I seen your plot

Shawty too sleep, shawty a sheep

that’s worse than being a thot

If I’m scaring hoes with my thoughts, she better off being a bot

Shawty too sleep, she a sheep

that’s worse than being a nasty thot

Full speed ahead, GPS taking us to ascension

I pilot this spaceship on shrooms

Buckle up, we hitting another dimension

G Wagon, shock-absorbing

G 550, feel suspension

Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley

Coming in hot with fierce intention

Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley

Coming in hot with fierce intention

Coming in hot with fierce intention

Coming in hot with fierce intention

My bitch bad Kehlani

Yellow bone like Imani

Bitch your boyfriend don’t even try me

My shooter, my shooter, Jelani

I’m on my last pill

Plug out of town still

Locked in that stu' for real

Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal

My bitches be fake friends

Fauni keep tabs on the kid

I don’t try to understand

They can’t even make sense of that shit

Spun out 'round the juice on my shirt, need a magic marker

AMGs to the Bimmer truck, black German armor