Bands 2 Live Lyrics

Uh huh my cousin free my bro

Did em dirty when they slide up on em catch em with a pole

That's the typa shit you on you can't never let it go

Flip that shit all off the map flip that shit I love the snow

I'm on the bench making gains but I ain't talking about no hooping shit I know how to push some weight

I said like I'm the type to fuck and leave and you the type to sit and wait

Yeah you the type to take her out yeah you the type to bug a bitch

I'm the type to dawg her out cause I could never love a bitch

If I ain't with my twinner best believe that I ain't coming in

And you know that I'm steppin in these craps that's I been steppin on

Know I'm bout my fuckin bred but ion got elevens on

And you know that I'm fuckin gone so I could never do no wrong

And I won't cop no loubitons less these dick go in yo fuckin throat

I could barely fuck the bitch cause I was always fuckin throwed

Try to quit the fuckin drank it keep me in my fuckin zone

The nine eight nine lil bitch the fuckin home

Ion like to conversate so ion never be on my phone

If you ain't talkin money talkin music leave me the fuck alone

Brotha caught me in the club don't remember was so fuckin throwed

Imma live forever ion never ever wan be old

Thirty and a xanny in my zone and I'm fuckin gone

If I said that shit I stand on it might even throw some bands on it

If I ain't got my pole in this bitch we gon throw some hands wit it

And imma make you bite the curb then go and hit my dance with it

Like how are y'all okay with bein broke? I need these bands to live