Search results for 'im with the band by south' Page #12

know it (Yeen even know it)
I'm getting free bands and yeen even know it (Future)
Racks in my pocket. Aint gotta show it (My pockets too fat)
Play with

flipping these bitches
Blue baguettes matching with my brand new tennis
Playin anything I'm j stuck with the bidness
On the court one on one for a band I'm

waters off his bloodline
I'm taking off with fishing rods and sharp knives, waking up every day just in time for sunrise

No pollution, breathing in

cookie
The hustle is real Will & Jada Smith Level
Easy to see even by the Daredevil
She Loving Da Way that I'm Counting Dem Bands
I Keep It 100 and thats

Uyashisa 
  
Keep talking all that nonsense 
With your 
Mouth mouth mouth mouth 
When it goes down we go 
South south south south 

I met this girl 
Her name

strive
Or you get lost in a roam and get fed with lies
What can I say shit I'm still in the gutter
Break bread when I can sipping Hen' with my brothers

My money making money
So it stacks
And Benjamin be
Everywhere I'm at
All these rubber bands
All these rubber bands
All these rubber bands
Watch me

and come and ball with me
Yeah them big stacks we can bring em out
Popping rubber bands know what I'm talking bout
Yeah them big stacks we can bring em out

bitch
Bands on my huh
Bands on my what
Bands on my bitch
Put bands on my bitch huh
Bands on my ha
Bands on my
BITCH
BITCH

Bands on my bitch
I'm getting

cut different that way

I'm in love with the South London Gurlz
Finest girls in the whole wide world
Subtleties in their kisses
Worth the wait for

Hundred bands, I just do my money dance payment in advance
I’m the man, always wanted to be great so imma do it if I can
I’m the man, ok ok ok we got

I'm Big, I'm Bad
I'm doin' Dis N Dat
We're Big, We're Bad
We're doin' Dis N Dat
LP Big, LP Bad
LP doin' Dis N Dat
South-West Big, South-West Bad

Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head

Coast, flow on the best of the best smoke
I'm in a low low with vato, he hit a lick for a gusto, oof
You got a big mouth, stop it I run the South
Are

of these bitches that fuck around
I got a shirt but my collar out
Don't got a tie to a fishy south
All of these women I'm rocking with
Know what it mean

million dollar booths
I've been workin on my craft
With just a pencil in my hand
Writing million dollar drafts
I'm recording in my room
Raised in South

they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You

Like you're playing 2K
Light another blunt, take another sip
That nigga still cuffin' he
Connected at the hip strap stay with me I'm
Connected with

Like you're playing 2K
Light another blunt, take another sip
That nigga still cuffin' he
Connected at the hip strap stay with me I'm
Connected with

I’m gonna tell a little story about a band
that never got to rehearse and that’s the end
They use to call themselves the mighty Forestside
A promise

I’m gonna tell a little story about a band
that never got to rehearse and that’s the end
They use to call themselves the mighty ForestSide
A promise

wolf yea
I'm a lone wolf yea yea yea yea
Pop a band yea
Pop a band yea
I'm down by the creek
I'm chilling I sleep
I'm not a billionaire but I'm still

the south
Catching pops from the south
Boxed up, I been in my vibe

Shawty second eye, she throw a bite
I'm tryna see the clout, I like that one move that you

I'm oozy (oozy)
I chop your top with that Uzi (Uzi)
And I got stopped by the blues
And I fuck the cop like I'm Tunechi (Montana)

Bands, bands