BANZUP!

[Chorus: Gnaw]
Who that young boy tryna get his fuckin' bands up?
Scared  of talkin' shop, so he runnin' from the fam, yuh
Baby  spendin' money even when he really can't so he sit inside his room, underground, with the brands hunt
Who that young boy tryna get his fuckin' bands up?
Scared of talkin' shop, so he runnin' from the fam, yuh
Baby  spendin' money even when he really can't so he sit inside his room, underground, with the brands hunt

[Verse 1: Gnaw]
I  said who that boy tryna be the man? Yeah
Scrawny little kid, white tee, and a camera
Lie  up every night tryna ride up on his plans til the day he get away and he ain't eatin' the canned stuff
He just want the bread, he just want the bread, uh
He just want the bread, he just want the bread, uh
He just want the bread, he just want the bread, uh
He  just want the bread, he just want the bread, uh
He just want the bread and he ain't talkin' that Easy Bake
Blow up really quick and immediately deteriorate
Get that secret sauce from the big [?] in a larger state
Flippin' for the commas, don't come and kick [?] in my face

[Pre-Chorus: Gnaw]
Yeah they're not like me, I got that somethin' somethin'
Y'all cannot fight me, I'm whatchu runnin' from
Somethin' hot like breeze, under the summer sun and
Bitch I can kick back my feet, cause what is done is done

[Chorus: Gnaw]
Who that young boy tryna get his fuckin' bands up?
Scared of talkin' shop, so he runnin' from the fam, yuh
Baby spendin' money even when he really can't so he sit inside his room, underground, with the brands hunt
Who that young boy tryna get his fuckin' bands up?
Scared of talkin' shop, so he runnin' from the fam, yuh
Baby spendin' money even when he really can't so he sit inside his room, underground, with the brands hunt

[Verse 2: Thiago]
He just want the bread, he just want the bread, yuh
He just want 'em dead, he just want 'em dead
I'm a god, if he does not believe in what I said
Fuck a body, get the bounty
They be bringin' me a head
Who that-Who that young boy rulin' with no convoy?
Money in the spoon, he be cookin' up like some [?]
I don't need the tabloids, no that shit is bad for him
I don't make the headlines, still I get the bag for it
Hidin' with the pump bitch, I go like a blastoid
I know who you run with, pull up like them [?]
Used to be mad court
Knew that they was fishy with it
Sniff it out a mile away
I see you, no astigmatism
They be lyin' like god damn, just come clean
They be tryin' like "nah man, no compete"
Can't be stopped, get the fuck away from me
Young T, snappin', I pop bands like one [?]

[Chorus: Gnaw]
Who that young boy tryna get his fuckin' bands up?
Scared of talkin' shop, so he runnin' from the fam, yuh
Baby spendin' money even when he really can't so he sit inside his room, underground, with the brands hunt
Who that young boy tryna get his fuckin' bands up?
Scared of talkin' shop, so he runnin' from the fam, yuh
Baby spendin' money even when he really can't so he sit inside his room, underground, with the brands hunt