Run For Cover

[Intro]
Aye Fauni Figueroa let's get it
Bands, bands
Bands, bands, bands, bands
Bands, bands, bands, bands
Guap all of the cash
Bands, bands
Keepin' that ♥♥♥♥ in my bag
Bands

[Verse]
Can you name a ♥♥♥♥♥ who got rich wit' out committing sin
Judge said you need to grow up, that's why they take me in
Shoutout to my partners wit' them numbers when I needed them
Couple ♥♥♥♥♥'s stabbed my back, back when I believed in them
Old hoes just old hoes so I deleted them
Jew money, daily new money, boy go get you some
I ain't rich but I get them bands hoe I ain't no bum
Chasin' dreams while I'm chasin' funds
From honchos to the ones
Stompin' in my Air Force Ones, like I weighed a ton
Thought her head game was fye before, wait til' she tie that bun
Twenty six, biggest thottie ♥♥♥♥♥, but innocent like a nun
Won't thumb no ass, rather thumb the cash
♥♥♥♥ yo ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and ones
I seen yo mans, and I peeped your ex, you like Cheeser boys
Greedy boys, broke n' needy boys, ♥♥♥♥♥ come feed me boys
Home boys, always home boy, I'm never home boy
Gone boy, don't get joan boy, hit my phone boy
Grown boy, I'm my own boy, ♥♥♥♥ a known boy
Lone star chillin' wit your ♥♥♥♥♥, I ain't a lone boy
Young Figueroa don't give no oaths, get to know me boy
Ain't really wit' all that talkin' Ima show me boy
Wifey look like a Muslim, Kim, Kendall, Khloe boy
Like them gold necks and watches, and them vintage Rollies boy
Lil' throw tried to paranoid me, run up on me boy, bah!
Dummy like a ♥♥♥♥♥, you's a dummy boy