Jay Storm already told you we got the bands in our pants
Bitch, I'm ridin' dolo
Yeah, bitch, I'm ridin' dolo (Bans)
Yeah, ayy
Money so long
Money so long
So long
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Bitch, I'm ridin' dolo, ayy, pull up in a stolo, ayy
Diamonds in my chain different colors like Crayola, ayy
I can't fuck this bitch if she come in with the odor, ayy
Pull up and you know I got the supercharged motor, ayy
Bitch, it's Yung Bans, young nigga, I got older
Bitch, I'm juggin' with the pack, bitch, I'm juggin' for the sack
If a nigga pull up on me, then he better have my cash
If a nigga ain't got my cash, then you know I'm on the gas, yeah
Race track, ayy, moving very fast
Nigga gotta come in first, bitch, I can't come in last
Bitch, I really do this shit, I can't be nothin' like my dad
Huh, yeah, that nigga sittin' on his ass (Yeah, yeah)
And bitch I'm dolo
Pull up, geeked up, movin' slow-mo
Pour a four up, then pour four more
Fucked your bitch 'cause she a ho-ho
Ho-ho, hold up, pull up, roll up
Good gas, smoke up, on your poster
Your bitch she wanna fuck me 'cause she know a nigga glowed up
Yeah that nigga- (Yeah, ayy)
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo