Bandz (feat. Owen River)
I just need my bands a nigga just wanna pop off
Foot up on the gas why the fuck would I go stop now
Saving all my chips so one day I can buy my pops house
There's money in the mic so I just had to put the mop down
Put the mop down and got straight to work
Start to killing on these beats I leave em dead I leave em murked
Caught you creeping on my page know that you gon lurk
I don't got no pain right now but I can tell you I been hurt
And I just need my bands run em up so I can clock out
Yo nigga off the xans but it look like he got knocked out
So stuck in my ways but at least I'm not a drop out
Always a time and place till you see a nigga hop out
(Gang gang)
But let me introduce you to the best kept secret
A lot of niggas gon claim it but you actually see it
I was pressure out the gate they just couldn't believe it
Man all I needed was some guidance they was always misleading
I stacked up some numbers I barely promoted
EP on the way bitch I'm truly devoted
I'm too deep to spazz I been tryna control it
And he was that nigga but he got the motive
He hit up my post and of course he was trolling
Dolo in the party but I got the pole in
Stopped hitting licks but I got one in Solon
And we still serving bricks that's going to Poland
I just need my bands a nigga just wanna pop off
Foot up on the gas why the fuck would I go stop now
Saving all my chips so one day I can buy my pops house
There's money in the mic so I just had to put the mop down
Put the mop down and got straight to work
Start to killing on these beats I leave em dead I leave em murked
Caught you creeping on my page know that you gon lurk
I don't got no pain right now but I can tell you I been hurt
Killing all these beats they dead in the hearse
I don't know what else to say this shit had to work
I don't gotta say it you see that I'm hurt
Me and all my brothers placing and we end up first
I been stacking all this money for my brothers just to pop out
Been grinding hard as ever just so I can fix my mom house
I been going hard for years why the fuck would I just stop now
Always kept my money I cannot afford a lock out
I got the devotion my words never spoken
Now I'm getting the cheese y'all can pay with a token
When I got my chain they all said it was frozen
I said the same shit on a similar notion
A similar feeling I walk in the building
The cameras be flashing I work for a million
I look like a billion I feel like a trillion
My ego so big it could touch any ceiling
Could pass any limits I know that I been it
Lyrics like lemons I feel like I'm Bennett
Sour to taste just like an old tenet
I'm running this bitch like I work for the senate
Me OG and river the three best around
If you say any different I can't hear a sound
If you coming to Cleveland then check in my town
I built this bitch all the way from the ground
I just need my bands a nigga just wanna pop off
Foot up on the gas why the fuck would I go stop now
Saving all my chips so one day I can buy my pops house
There's money in the mic so I just had to put the mop down
Put the mop down and got straight to work
Start to killing on these beats I leave em dead I leave em murked
Caught you creeping on my page know that you gon lurk
I don't got no pain right now but I can tell you I been hurt
Foot up on the gas why the fuck would I go stop now
Saving all my chips so one day I can buy my pops house
There's money in the mic so I just had to put the mop down
Put the mop down and got straight to work
Start to killing on these beats I leave em dead I leave em murked
Caught you creeping on my page know that you gon lurk
I don't got no pain right now but I can tell you I been hurt
And I just need my bands run em up so I can clock out
Yo nigga off the xans but it look like he got knocked out
So stuck in my ways but at least I'm not a drop out
Always a time and place till you see a nigga hop out
(Gang gang)
But let me introduce you to the best kept secret
A lot of niggas gon claim it but you actually see it
I was pressure out the gate they just couldn't believe it
Man all I needed was some guidance they was always misleading
I stacked up some numbers I barely promoted
EP on the way bitch I'm truly devoted
I'm too deep to spazz I been tryna control it
And he was that nigga but he got the motive
He hit up my post and of course he was trolling
Dolo in the party but I got the pole in
Stopped hitting licks but I got one in Solon
And we still serving bricks that's going to Poland
I just need my bands a nigga just wanna pop off
Foot up on the gas why the fuck would I go stop now
Saving all my chips so one day I can buy my pops house
There's money in the mic so I just had to put the mop down
Put the mop down and got straight to work
Start to killing on these beats I leave em dead I leave em murked
Caught you creeping on my page know that you gon lurk
I don't got no pain right now but I can tell you I been hurt
Killing all these beats they dead in the hearse
I don't know what else to say this shit had to work
I don't gotta say it you see that I'm hurt
Me and all my brothers placing and we end up first
I been stacking all this money for my brothers just to pop out
Been grinding hard as ever just so I can fix my mom house
I been going hard for years why the fuck would I just stop now
Always kept my money I cannot afford a lock out
I got the devotion my words never spoken
Now I'm getting the cheese y'all can pay with a token
When I got my chain they all said it was frozen
I said the same shit on a similar notion
A similar feeling I walk in the building
The cameras be flashing I work for a million
I look like a billion I feel like a trillion
My ego so big it could touch any ceiling
Could pass any limits I know that I been it
Lyrics like lemons I feel like I'm Bennett
Sour to taste just like an old tenet
I'm running this bitch like I work for the senate
Me OG and river the three best around
If you say any different I can't hear a sound
If you coming to Cleveland then check in my town
I built this bitch all the way from the ground
I just need my bands a nigga just wanna pop off
Foot up on the gas why the fuck would I go stop now
Saving all my chips so one day I can buy my pops house
There's money in the mic so I just had to put the mop down
Put the mop down and got straight to work
Start to killing on these beats I leave em dead I leave em murked
Caught you creeping on my page know that you gon lurk
I don't got no pain right now but I can tell you I been hurt
Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Howell
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