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and buddy ran
Bullets hot get niggas tan, shits too hot I need a fan
Ask the price I need a band, whip my wrist and broke my hand
Say I won't and bitch I will

to trust in all that shit you yell
Gang wit bands I know you lie
Gang wit bands wit ups we from the box wit mail
Hand to hand but ain't love don't know

your hands yea
The way you do your dance yea I'm in a trance yea
Ass so fat she might rip her pants yea
The way she drop it down yea to the ground yea

world to new things
Let Doggy take your hand
I'm seeing wedding rings
Call Diddy lets make a band she got me hot
I don't want to leave
I seen the world's

Gotta get me a big-ass chain
& a nice-ass whip
I'mma fuck up the dash in that bitch
On the freeway, I really be drifting
Damn
Call up the guys, they

money then fuck is you saying
You dont know me i go by the name of lil grey and your bitch
She been probably just screaming my name
I dont got time for

Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't

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Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't

straight out the pack, of Pakistan
I need a band I hit a lick
A pack to stand
Don't get me
Twisted
I could learn your name, forget it
Smoking turbo, press

when that thing roll
He got hit by a g29 that's a big ass hole
He was dissing he think I don't know
Caught his ass down bad right there by the store
Damn

the Kool-Aid, man
Lil' mama a freak shit, pro with no hand
Now she busting a date, try to touch, them bands
Ooh, shit, I just got back from the telly with your

Put the ghost gun down, don't hand me, Danny Phantom They main killer fuckin died nigga we had to blow the candle I ain't got time for no hoes,

Never leave an enemies behind they will rise again to fly at your throat
Kill it
Kill it

Lions,tigers,bears and me
Ain't bout bucks you a deer to me

Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,

We was cruisin' down in Brisbane
I got tennis bracelet wristbands
Got an AP on my other hand
If we go to war, it's band for band
Pull up in coupes,

of the drum
Until it puts you in a trance
Simon clap your hands
Dameon watch you dance
Yeah, do his dance
Yeah, take his stance
Go through with his plans

shot by Cupid
Man man I'm the man
But ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands
With no wedding band or best man

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Smoking these packs by the day boy they will end your struggle
Man I got the xans on me hey
Pop em let em dance in me hey
7,000 bands on me hey
Never let em

(Fire)
As far as beef, fifty cal Desert Eag', my gun'll defuse riots
Talk tough under pictures for clout
When I see you, hope your heart is as big

but it's gucci cause the bro's on fire
I be with niggas who trap by the brick, I was 23 when I got trapped by a bitch
If you GOT BANDS, why would you

the plastic bag, can you stack enough?
Throw the ones, throw the tens
Throw a stack of dubs
She ain't tryin' to fuck, she just clap it up
Yeah, whoa, in

the darkness is my fault
And I never skipped a day
But the footsteps just won't trace
So I can't even tell you
Yea
Getting choked by the hands on the clock
You

one
I'm handsome but my hand come
And clap your face like a handgun
I trip alarms I set it off
I'm off the top but my head is on
And anybody think they