Lyrics:
On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs
Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers
Stealin', panhandlers, wrappin' grams up
Rubber bands on they
a woolly mammoth
Uncle Bun say he got a lick, it's time to set it up
Slide on 'em with them sticks like we slappin' hockey pucks
Catch that nigga
get me a heavy check, make a mess with it
Make the big bands, get the big bands, fuck 'em up
Make the big racks, get the big racks, fuck 'em up
a bunch of mistakes, I'm up in rank, I see a great man (great man)
What happened with you, ain't dare disclose
Still ain't forgave myself (forgave
too clean to curse?
You can't curse?
What's up with that?
The booties...
[ Kid ]
Yo Play, take this one
[ VERSE 1: Play ]
We want to be a part
I just wanna fly, fly away
All I see are clouds, happy if I die today
Catch me with the crown, I'm the king I can taste it
Face me, I'll make
I'm dead
cnd If anybody's asking tell em I've been in the lab
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up
(Count it up all day)
Take your time
With your
really thinking that they music is poppin
I'm coolin with kazze, that is my brother we batman and robin
Im getting Fucked up, all of these drugs I got too
fantasize bout strangulating
Coordinating with the feds fi mi fail
End up in jail without bail
Now light it up the malatov cocktail. Suh now me watch dem
it's one of my pictures
I posted a joint with a half naked model
I think it's one of his bitches
I'ont like none of ya niggaz
I'ont like none of ya
big trips bout to takeoff with the rap
Who you know ready to buss on a nigga that fake, like a bottle just knock off his cap
I got some niggas up out
to terms with never seeing her again
Older brother's telling her "it's gonna be okay"
But she's numb to the words
All she feels is the pain
She don't her
and she want me to beat it up
Like I got to keep it tucked
If the Ruger jam up, on bro I'ma beat him up
Like these niggas can't tweak with us
That's Bands
Let me explain what I mean
He still wanted to make change
Fed up with his current situation
Spent his whole life
Hanging out with the wrong crew
He
She told me she my lover
But I don't love her baby I'm just tryna cuff her
Big bands baby I'm a money lover
Not the same ever since I lost my brother
night, up in Sam's I was with her
Started throwing bands, I'm a South Side hitter
Really I was faded but I'm always on some dumb shit
(No time, I was
catch up in the end.
You walked in last with a dirty barber,
Found me at the bar in fits of laughter,
Said you've been seen out digging the past,
Catch me hostin' invitations
Meeting obligations
Junior with a nation that's a straight up combination
If you keep up with your hustle you don't need no
I’m Peter Pan
My shit hottest In demand
Everybody wanna pull up to me with hands out like I owe them ends
I just want a slim thicc shawty that’s a ten
to Die" shit
Sold 9 mil', ended up on some fly shit
Naked pictures, R&B bitches all in my Sidekick
How I be killin' the pussy, should be a hate crime
Nigga
In the end you only gettin fuckin baked
Throw a round into yo face
I'm dropping Niggas by the 8s
Bitch!
Worldwide Nigga man Counting bands
You can
a pole I’m like a hockey stick
You the nigga with the bag, nah it’s the opposite
Catch a nigga leaking, then I’m shooting up the occupants
Catch me yo
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
sliding her addy, calling me daddy
Said she get happy when I get in
I beat up her patties, sadly it's gotta end
But she wanna come back because I got bands
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