Where the bros at? I'm tryna bend. Like, who tryna go meet they friends? KT, G.O.O.D, Mad, Sam. Back then we got low on these mans. Oh shit, that hip shit, she tryna dance. Like, how many times did I send? Six, what? Oh, that's a fan. Back then we got low on these mans. Night, thought, both of the bends. Ran through fifth, now we up next. That ***** sellin' all of my dens. All my dens, I didn't have none of them fans. I don't know that part of the song for that shit.