Yung Bans - Posted

(Cap'n Crunch presents)

Yea
And they all twerk (Bans, in the trap, nigga)
And they all twerk (Bans)
Money so long, money so long, twerking

Posted on the block, nigga no shirt (no shirt)
3 iPhones and they all twerkin' (and they all twerkin')
Posted in the trap geekin' off a Perc' (yeah)
Nigga try to rob, put him on a shirt (put him on a shirt)
Posted on the block, nigga no shirt (aye)
3 iPhones and they all twerkin' (twerkin')
Posted in the trap, geekin' off a perc (off a perc)
Nigga try to rob, put him on a shirt

Aye, nigga try to rob, but it won't work (won't work)
I'm up in the sky, so high, geeking off a Percy
Shawty said she love cause she see me in a coupe swerving
I'ma fuck on her then I pass it to my crew (huh)
Pass it to my crew yeah, she know how I move (Bans)
I count this money, get these racks
And I ain't worried 'bout you, aye (I ain't worried 'bout you)
When I fuck these bitches, I'ma smash them to the stu'
All my niggas ride for me and my hood loves me too (yeah)
I could show you how to move, bitch I always keep that fire
'Cause I'm a shooter trained to shoot aye
Geekin' off the boof, double cup pour deuce, times two
Young niggas we might rob you for your loot (Bans)

Aye, posted on the block nigga no shirt
Aye, 3 iPhones and they all twerkin'
Aye, Posted in the trap geekin' off a Perc'
Yeah, nigga try to rob, put him on a shirt (put him on a shirt)
Aye, Posted on the block nigga no shirt (Bans)
3 iPhones and they all twerk
Aye, Posted in the trap geekin' off a Perc'
Nigga try to rob, put him on a shirt

Written by:
James Montgomery, Vas Coleman

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