Bandz Lyrics

Fucking up bandz

Show you how to come up

With a couple of grams

Fucking up bandz

White T blue cheese

All in my hands

Off of them xans

Flexing designer

All for the gram

Fucking my fans

Backstage shows

Like that was the plan

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Off of them xans

Flexing designer

All for the gram

Fucking my fans

Backstage shows

Like that was the plan

Fucking your hoe

Hit that ass once

She won't leave me alone What's up with your bro

No he ain't know me

Feeling like low-key

Wish he my clone

Shawty wan slide like Usher

Give me that good no burger

Work her like a nine-five

Riding my wave like a surfer

Geekin like Urkel

Bitch don't fuck up my high

Litty like light bulb

Kill her like Michael

Better get Geico

Smashed rear end

Put it in your spinal

Rec-it like vinyl

Looking lil primal

When she ate my kids

Flippin narcotics

Running thru them projects

Jump out boys

Go catch me if you can

Blowin exotic

She give me that college

Then she said Gotti

I'm like yes you did

On for my city

Tuesday to Monday

Don't play fair but

I know how that gun play

Man of the block

And now he blood stain

Lesbian friend and

No I don't complain

What's that saying

Kill two birds one dick

Bro I ain't playing out of my League don't justice

Ain't no star little boy

I'm a cluster

In the words of your bitch LoCo I'm coming

Fucking up bandz

Show you how to come up

With a couple of grams

Fucking up bandz

White T blue cheese

All in my hands

Off of them xans

Flexing designer

All for the gram

Fucking my fans

Backstage shows

Like that was the plan

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Off of them xans

Flexing designer

All for the gram

Fucking my fans

Backstage shows

Like that was the plan

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Off of them xans

Flexing designer

All for the gram

Fucking my fans

Backstage shows

Like that was the plan

The money gone flip

Do gymnastics

10K day go flood my wrist Bad lil bae

And she full of that plastic Ass so fat that it

Swallow my dick

Stevie how I be

Slanging in keys

Fcuk 12 tell em shit

I'm a Saint Drew Brees

Eye Chinese

Flying high trapeze

With the snow so deep

Gotta bust out skis

Bust down freeze

Bust down froze

Call Jose got em bustin out O's

Cash up front

Benjamin Frank

Never seen so many hunids

Baby please don't faint

Racks on racks on racks

On racks

Mad Max til the death

I'ma stack up cash

Passin that has while I'm whippin that Nav

In the trap with a black girl

Shaking that ass

In the morning

Dominican bitch

In my home

Cooking me eggs in a thong

Pick up the phone

800 notifications

My city done give me the throne

I am a God

Something like Odin

Don't fuck with them ops

But I'm all in a colon

Flexin don't stop

Something like Hogan

Bruce Lee Roy

Bitch I am the chosen

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up bandz

Fucking up fucking up

Fucking up bandz

Off of them xans

Flexing designer

All for the gram

Fucking my fans

Backstage shows

Like that was the plan