Lyrics:
you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet
fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga
I need a couple Band'z yea Im talking right now
on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
Milf lover under silk covers who
Take a little bit of Hennessy
And mix it with some syrup
Put ya hands up if you crazy enough
To get fucked up in church
(Doctor you got my
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the pavement
Live by
the street
Get a nigga knocked off tell my boys be discreet
And It's Clay raw mgm
Bet a band on black bet we doing it again
Bitch it's Clay Raw on the track
a cool nigga tryna shake this money off the brass
What it do nigga? You don't fuck around and clash
With the B-A-D-B-O-Y, He be
So fly to see me nigga
up the bag yea
Fill up the bag
Fill it up
Fill up the bag
Fill it up up up
Fill it up up up
Sticks out let’s ride today
Trying to count a 100 bands
In
spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
Over 9000 like Goku
Shawties unhealthy I take em to Whole Foods
Don't mess up my bag its a whole mood
I be unmasking these niggas like Scooby Doo
known by the roads check my cv I put my work in blud check the code
I don't speak doe that's how it goes coz I almost rid dat
Hid dat
that's why they was
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
Sykes
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
"The old days were the best",
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
bands
To run up them bands
To run up them bands
To run up them bands
Bandsss
To run up them bands
Mane hypnotized by the money in tha streets
When it
we gone sickle
From the front not the back
And leave his ass in the middle
Fast with em, Mm
We gone turn a laugh to a giggle
Take the brass off
this paper and stick give you cancer
He not the type to throw paper at dancers
Slide by, I'm not a capper
Streets so cold but the pole make it summer
a beginning...
It's like the calm before the storm...
I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth...
Or the birth period... it's the growth...
For all my real
Snuffle gruff called an important meeting with the Boom-Band
Something funny is goin' on we better do somethin' about it soon man
There's a humongous metal
swear that you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
to the streets uh (The streets)
All of this liq' I can't function (Can't function)
Watch me blow all of these bands for no reason (Bands, bands)
I cannot trip off
to make a way
Had to make a play
Had to stash a band inside the safe
Prolly make it stretch on emergency cause this zip ain't safe
I'ma struggle baby go
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