Bands Up

I do it for my niggas that are back home
Ever since I was a jit, I've been on ten toes
Ten toes down, I was small but I've been grown
The shit I've seen before my eyes, it left me so cold

Now we in this shit for life
SMG, Huncho JayWop, we always been up on that grind

Nobody finna take my shine from me
You cannot take away this shine from me

I got Willow on my back
Got bad bitches in my lap

Worrying 'bout your followers, start worrying 'bout your racks

All my brothers yelling "Slatt"
Big dog, you a cat

Many niggas, we done lost, and they ain't ever coming back yeah
Cause this world too cold, keep that thang on you
You could never catch me without all the gang with me
SMG, my niggas, you can't hang with us
And these bitches always calling, let it rang homie
Now my niggas 'bout to get them bands up
Niggas always tryna have they hands out
I don't want no fans, I call 'em fam now

We go'n get this shmoney
We could really do the dance now

Now we got our bands up
SMG the Mafia, we got our bands up

JayWop Huncho, we be coming for your headtops
Now these bitches calling cause we got our bands up

I got money on my mind
Patient for my time

Niggas hating on the grind
But just know we still go'n shine

Me and Blanco on our shit
SMG got hits

I don't move no work, but I be moving 'round with Bricks

Niggas putting in that work
Preaching like a church

Put you in the dirt, or might put you on a shirt

But we know we got the crown
Niggas love the sound

We go'n get to poppin', then these bitches come around

Huncho Wop, we been the team
Activist, I'm sipping lean

You can't see
My choppa scope got read beams

You ain't cool
You ain't the gang

Bitch boy, you a lame

Player One just joined the game
Blanco Huncho, that's the name

Pull up and I wet the block
I'm the boss
I call the shots

Don't you be my enemy
I leave these niggas dead to me

I ain't with all that friend'in shit
I touchdown and I'm endin' it

Hit you with that stick
With the clip, I'm 'bout to empty it

Bitch don't bring that fuck shit to our studio
Bad bitch, real thick, but she boujee though

'Bout to blow these bands all on some Gucci clothes
I won't ever cuff another groupie hoe

Was a test
Bitch we came to wreck

Aim it, that's a teck
That's a way to get respect yeah

Young Niggas
Big Figures, yeah
Lil Hittas
Don't make 'em get ya

Young boss niggas on the come up
All these fuckin commas we go'n run up

When we come around, that shit is done up, aye
When we come around, we get our bands up