BANDS Lyrics

Bands Bands these bitches bad

She wanna fuck, get the fuck out my pants

Yeah, yeah, talkin' that trash

Don't give a fuck these haters make me laugh

Ha Ha my car go fast

Focused on one thing, I'm focused on cash

Yeah, yeah, drugs never last

Gotta get more my plug got every stash

Your girlfriend fuck me while you're outta town

I'm gettin' bread while you act like a clown

What are you doin' boy why you around?

Don't fuck with 12 but I know they around

Keep a glock on me while I whip around

I earn this money, this ain't lost and found

Free my dogs, they don't belong in a pound

She blast my track yeah she's lovin' the sound

Smokin' that pack and I'm floating

Talk to yo' bitch that's my shorty

This ain't a 9 it's a 40

Pull up and shoot up the party

Whippin' around in a Rari

I gotta go bitch I'm sorry

Gotta run I'm in a hurry

Ballin' like I'm Stephen Curry

I eat the pussy like curry

Pussy boy he keep on smirkin

Your side job really ain't workin'

Broke boy why your pockets hurting

That's your girl, sorry I'm flirting

I give her bands you got 30

Your boyfriend tweakin' off a 30

All of that talk, you be talkin' is bluff

You ain't about it boy you ain't that tough

When I pull up all you do is run

All fun and games till I pull out my gun

Your girlfriend love me she say I'm enough

But I won't keep her I don't fuck with love

Keep makin' bands cuz I'll never be done

This shit is lit but not for everyone

Pull up and shoot up with 40s

Pull up and fuck with your shawty

She love me cuz I am naughty

She wanna whip Maserati

Pussy boy why you so salty

Your girl she for everybody

She always poppin' a molly

She love seein' paparazzi

Pussy boy why you always on the run

Why you act like I don't know where you from

I know where you stay at I am not dumb

I am the product of what I've become

All of these women always ask for some

Hate to break it but I ain't givin' none

had to work for it I ain't givin' up

Sorry bitch but I ain't sorry

Throw yo' ass out like some laundry

Got no invite to the party

Go home and cry to yo' mommy

Beat yo' ass like some karate

Me and my boys like an army

Your girl give us the best sloppy

I'm at the top, you can't stop me