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the places I'll go!
Come build a castle in the sand!
Come be a singer in my band!
We'll find our home out on the road
In all the places we'll go
I'm just

talking It
I gotta plan
They know I'm the man you can tell by the Way I be walking It
I develop my plan
Improving my bands
I advance
I'm just giving you

foods
You're dat trans fats
Where's yo bands at
Where's yo bands at
Where's yo bands at
Really can't relate
Pussy on my face
Cause I'm Kaiiisolate
Got

I gotta' do all this shit on my own
Ain't nobody finna' hit up my phone
I got some fake fans I'm alone
I'm bout' to drop a band on some chrome
I

talkin' bout
If it ain't about the bands, what you talkin' bout
Me and my boys break bread, yeah we toasting
Boutta cop a new crib, put it on the ocean
Baz

These niggas be mad
So I bought a gun
I empty the mag
So I bought a drum
24 Karats
That drip up my thumb l
23 Bands I spent
Up my funds
In 22 seconds

no surprises

Oh - Gotta stay sane for the one who needs me
Oh - Trying to keep both of my feet from stumbling

The bands have gone quiet,

Yeah, you always talking about it
I'm living the life that I'm choosing
I'm making the band just to prove it
I'm living too fast like a uzi
Designer

on the shelf and a kilo in the kitchen 
Choppin' samples on sight cooking something you can listen 
I'm the man fuck a plan couple bands in my britches
I just create

I'm doing adlibs, go on mute real quick
Ha, You know I'm in this bitch with 20 Bandz
Ha, 20 Bandz in this bitch, need 20 bands in this bitch
20

the bands and the presidents
Pop out all these diamonds get to dancing on my necklaces
Shit came full circle for the squad, go check the evidence
If you ain't

The bands on me the bands on tar
Raybans on me the fans explore
I'm sipping Codeine I run to the stars
I'm sipping Codeine I run to the stars
Hundred bands

a nigga bitch with my bands out
Young nigga from The Land, I get it every hour
Certified drug dealer, sellin' white powder
I got more connections than

she telling me do it again
Fucked around fucked up the money now I'm in the trap I'm Tryna run up them bands
Bitch say she love me i know that that lil

for ten bands
Might fly out to Cali, just me and my brothers, to smoke on the best strands
She callin' my phone, she ask for my homie, she bringin' her

a pelican
Lil bitch I still need plenty yen
Tell em bring it in
Bitch I got rerock in my pants still got plenty bands
Hoe you can not talk to me
I got green

up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (no goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (hit the road)

the fatty
Too much bread ima need me a caddie
To carry the money, you know I be stunting
So many bands, it don't mean nothing

You're replaceable and I know

band
High as fuck, I smoke dead niggas like I'm red man
Blam blam, how come bro got hit and then his mans ran
Nobody give a fuck, that nigga dead nigga

Shawty love them bands yeah yeah yeah
And she got that wet wet yeah yeah yeah
And she wanna
Come with me
Get all in my mind
I know you a freak

Bitch
That Ainnit Nah (Woah)
That Ainnit Bitch
That Ainnit Bitch
That Ainnit Bitch
That Ainnit
That Ainnit Bitch
All my bands skate hoe, like a kickflip

up from show after show
She don't ask who I am cuz' she already know
I done ran up some bands imma run up summo'
Put a band in my hand imma double it

Hotel bar, two hours past nine
There's a band on-stage, till closing time
There's a drummer keeping score, and a bassist getting high
But I see

brakes
All gas no brakes
All gas no brakes
All gas no brakes
Jackpot I'm counting these bands
Top five you know where I land
I got that number one spot