Lyrics:
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
Yeah
You know it's Yung
Sticks on me ain't no band guy I'm the guy with the bands
Rubber-band Man
Stack a 150 put it in the uhh 30 times 10 do it all
Verse 1:
Shift to 55 talkin money by the percentage
There's an expiration date on lettuce so imma spend it
Smokin dank, swerving lanes, making
don't rain
40 p's 40 new faces as I cross across the state
Lost my white boy to that fentanyl when we was living great
100 bands feel like you rich
know(ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey baby
Saying hey baby
So baby please don't
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
drive-by, vou fast no stu
E mato o beat
Vê o wifi
Boy que cada verso são
5G
5G
5G
Faço trap
Eu não faço friends
Atuo solo
Mas eu faço bands
Se é pouco
Não dá
man!
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killanne!"
Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair,
He
Boy you ain't wit us
Boy you ain't wit us
Boy you ain't wit us
Boy you ain't wit us
Boy you ain't wit us
Boy you ain't wit us
Boy you ain't wit us
going to stop my motion
Not to be boasting
But you can't stop what was already written
Get up off your boy
When you're too generic with your rhythm
got a tech
The whole city smoking strong
Sponcered by Paper Rout
Got the money spet from profit
Took the trap shit its Dolph!
If them bands happen
regular
You know you gotta smoke by yaself
Errbody wanna be a dope boy
Errbody wanna be a coke boy
Errbody gotta choppa, errbody get money
Errbody
on us hitta end up missing
U got better luck tryna run some digits up
Lil nigga pipe down..well take your life now
Send that boy to sleep without a night
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up
lookin' gorgeous
Blunt lookin' gorgeous
Clamped by the forceps
Rain dance green plants burn that gas pack
Blue bands booty phat psycho but i like that
Rain
Talk less, work more
50 bands at the store
Aye yo I like that shit, I’m finna run it
Talk less, work more
50 bands at the store
Now I got cars galore
the band
Oh, when he does tricks with the sticks
The boys in the band all play hot licks
He plays saxophone in the band
Joe plays the saxophone in
to the bands, I ain't walking
Run to the money, the money's important
I hear the money calling
I hear the rolls, I'm up by the morning
She wanna feel
an object
Designed by an artistic hand
'Twas the costly layout of a hop fiend
And the fiend was my blue velvet band
Boys listen now to my story
It's the tale
on my balls
Bands bands on me, yo ho go no hands on me
Tell that ho we friends only
She tryna get in the my eyes only
Said that I'm bitch-made boy come
boy and girl growing up in the world, barely knowing enough to get by
But the years have made us wise, and still the band plays on
So won't you play me
stayin' with your mama need to get your paper up
Runnin' threw these bands, did it by hand I got a paper cut
Heard your nigga broke but wanna beef, boy
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
him come by come by come by by the stu
check out my swag my nigga you know that's very very cool.
Forty bands on my name my boy, my nigga that's just
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