20 Bands Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, Vinny motherfuckin' bands, nigga

You know what the fuck going on

Press, press, press

Why he do that

I don't follow niggas, I'm bands, I set the trend

Mama told me I'm a star and she knew it since I was ten

You gotta go and spin if you want us to let you in

That's the rules, baby, welcome to the lavish life I live

Brody snuck in with that FN, I tell him to, he gon' kill you

Banana clips on this AR, if I tell him to, he gon' peel you

Kidnap his mans for some ransom

If I tell him, he gon' steal you

You a bitch Quit the urpin', pussy boy, I know the real you

Paralyzed, if he talkin' bout the back door, I don't feel you

I ain't talkin' bout no jokes, but on my mama, Ill grill you

Put it on the floor, I need some money, let's get paid today

I'm shit like, what's that on your shirt, Vinny Bands, baby a bathing ape

I don't shovel snow, but I'm Kimbo, bitch, I'll make a way

Fifty on me, I'm just tryin' to see how much his face could take

This chopper open niggas up, we found out he was made with hate

I'm Vinny Bands, pussy nigga, I was made with pape

They call me Bandman, same time, I'm that boy

I'm live as Mafia, Big 5, bitch, Detroit

Rollin' up these woods, fuckin' all over your joint

Trap house jumpin' up and down, this bitch feel like Cedar Point

You don't wanna take it there with me, bitch, I'm a threat

Threw a bag at your bitch, same time, I'm the catch

She gave me Neck, and then I kicked a little bitch out, and I ain't sweat

Can't even urp, I damn near fell in love with her, she left a mess

Don't let these niggas slow your motion, they ain't stoppin' mine

You see us pull up in that Focus, bitch, it's Glocky time

I ain't even had to hide the glizzy, I just pocket mine

Rob Dyrdek cousin when you see me, bitch, it's drama time

In Houston, if a nigga try to tweak it, it be rocket time

Pull up on the four and ask a nigga, like, what's poppin' five

Lavish life they say, ain't nothin' like this shit

Stupid dome, the only way Bands gon' wife that bitch

He talkin' left, and we gon' get a nigga right, that's it

This off the dome, nigga, I ain't even write this shit

Yeah, pull up in the rental, we hop out and press the issue

I ain't no ref, but I'm official, still a blow, you like a whistle

This ain't no chopper, this a missile, if I want to, I won't miss you

Fuck it, I ain't wanna kill him, we gon' whoop him with the pistol

Turn me up, yeah, baby, turn me up

Turn me up, yeah, baby, turn me up

I like that, uh, turn me up

Turn me up, yeah, baby, turn me up

I told her, turn me up, she throw an ass in this bitch T'd

I'm a red zone, nigga, so I'm in here throwin' Bs

Got some niggas from the go, they up in this bitch, throwin' Gs

Got my lavish niggas here, they up in this bitch, throwin' cheese

Yeah, did the dash on 12, nigga, I ain't tryna go to jail

Left hand, steering wheel, right got your bitch ponytail

Ain't no sand comin' off these bullets, but I'm blowin' shells

Left him in the yard, his neighbor's off the whats, that bogus smell

I'm a lavish nigga, bitch, it's tatted on my stomach

Since a youngin', I been bloodin' with my bloodas, this nigga thuggin

You got chicken, nigga, run it, brand new chopstick, this bitch Russian

Bring the block right back to life, we hit the trap and get it bustin