Bands up Lyrics

Niggas worried bout these bitches, run these bands up

Niggas cryin' bout these bitches, need a man up

8 years old seen my uncle cook white tan like

Now I'm grown on my own, I'm the man, yeah

Can't believe my brody died, wished it jammed up

Gotta stay down till I bring the fam up

That nigga was s'posed to die, but his damn luck

Don't keep that back door open, leave it slam shut

Cause these young nigga slimed out

Nigga think I'm pussy, come and find out

Bro got four, five, I got the nine out

Let me show you somethin', blow your mind out

In a trap all night, it's just money countin

And I spend it how I like, don't need no accountin

Got the trap house boomin', got the speakers bouncin

If the cops hit the light, then we rerouting

If the cops hit the light, I'ma peel off

Yo bitch wanna spend the night to show her skills off

Take her out, and I won't

fuck any bitch that I want

Not a need, she a want

(Not a need ,she a want)

I'm a skinny nigga, but my pockets hella chunky

Got a new bitch, she a teleport junkie

Pack touchdown, and you know a nigga funky

Why you worried about bitches nigga, you ain't got no money

Nigga's priorities fucked up

Turn that s-r-t to a putt-putt

Have my young niggas hop out black truck

While I'm at home, counting bands up

Counting cake up, I don't care what I spend, nigga

On my cousins fuck that talkin', I'm just tryna spin,nigga

Told the judge, free the guys, free him out that pen, nigga

Lil' pop just hit my phone, he said, free Ben, nigga

And you know what it is, man, it's free lol Jett

And I'm countin' dividends, I can flex a check

Man, this nigga like a pussy, I could get him wet

Nigga said, I can fuck his bitch, nigga, that's a bet

Niggas worry about these bitches, run these bands up

Niggas cryin' bout these bitches, need a man up

At your show, see my uncle cook white tan up

Now I'm growin' on my own, I'm the man, yeah

Can't believe my brody died when she jammed up

Gotta stay down till I bring the fam up

That nigga was supposed to die, but it's damn blunt

Don't keep that back door open, leave your slam shut

Like Alicia, got the keys, see the future like Ciara

There ain't no bitch I need, you can't love me like Tiara

Got bitches on their knees, and they comin' by the pair

Bust down to a T, Jayla B on the hair

Hop On a plane, take a trip to the raq , huh

Take a nigga bitch, give her dick, give her back, huh

Elijah , that's my brother locked in, got my back,

chef boyardee, how I'm in the trap, huh