BANDZ ft. space boy & Desire Lyrics

I'm making these bands when I walk

And I talk and I'm talking my shit cause a nigga got flaws

I'm snatching the mic and I'm cracking my jaw

Cause I talk like a boss and I'm ready to flock

Standing on Guwapp, got a couple hundred bands

And niggas still thinkin' I'm popped

(space boy)

(Lil $tackz) I get money everyday, $tackz is always fucking paid

Chicken, chicken on my plate and I ain't talking Chick-fil-A

Came from popping out with Crocs and now I got me stupid J's

Yeah, I'm spliffing, no delay, like yeah, this ain't a fucking game

Call up Kayb, we gon' flame, spaz on tracks, don't got a cause

Call me ATM cause at the moment, I make fucking cake

What these niggas thought when I was rapping at the age of eight

Motivation kept me great, I just made the fucking race

Call me Zay, I flip like Tech-deck, I just need a fucking check-check

Diamonds dancing on baguettes and I don't needa fucking flex-it

I got niggas toting nines and God beside me, I don't stress it

I just only fucking stretch it, got the chop and Ima press it

I'm making these bands when I walk

And I talk and I'm talking my shit cause a nigga got flaws

I'm snatching the mic and I'm cracking my jaw

Cause I talk like a boss and I'm ready to flock

Standing on Guwapp, got a couple hundred bands

And niggas still thinkin' I'm popped

Niggas be thinking they play me for goofy

Stressing about money and never the coochie

Bad lil' bitch, she ain't my tuttie

Hop in the spot and we making a movie

Get in my mood cause I'm feeling too groovy

Lil $tackz got bands, and niggas never really knew me

Don't play me for no goofy

(Desire) Lot of money, lot of drugs, lot of bitches

Bro em in that Bat' and he play with switches

Tell him, get up out my face, I'm calling up my bitches

Smoking on that Za, we don't do no whippets

Yeah, I rock Balenci, baby, with Chrome Heart, fitted

Yeah, ain't talking money and you done lost my interest

Yeah, brand new Glock on me, I'ma let it pop

We in that track, so it's fuck a cop

Yeah, all my niggas bloody, they gon' stain shit

Yeah, you talking crazy, you get your man's hit

Yeah, bitch, I rock that Prada, we up in Nevada

Yeah, the way she giving brain, she must be a scholar