Bands Up

Dior and Chanel on me
Niggas moving funny why they hating on me
Pop my shit, take your bitch
Ima big stepper when I walk ten bricks
Can't nobody touch me like ace no tennis
Top of the deck, I'm main I'm Dennis
Life is a menace
Unfollow just to re-follow
Wassup with these niggas obsessions
Get what I want then go
Drip too hard, my fit too cold
Got cut off when I heard you told
Can't fuck with some lames who I know gon fold
Life and death in the power of da tongue
So fuck all da rest bitch I'm number one
I get it I'm gone
They copy my style they wanna be clones, can't leave me alone
Aye, Ima fly dresser only bussdown fits
Match my fly needa bussdown bitch
Why they wanna compete when I'm someone they can't beat, yea I'm too elite
Gas on me the flavors unique
Smoking exotic and rolling them Gs
Get to the money I'm running them bands up
Pockets too heavy keep pulling my pants up
Money just keep coming in out the blue
Spitting that fire but keeping it cool
Bro to the right he tucking that tool
They gassing me up like give me more fuel
I make it look easy, I don't make the rules
Stand on my money I don't need a stool
When I sweep it up I need me a broom
Push on the gas, take off like zoom

Pop out, stand up, get to the money I'm running them bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Pop out, stand up, get to the money I'm running them bands up
Bands up, bands up aye aye aye aye

Lit off the Don, So I can't remember
Don't ask me no shit if we not together
Try to outdo me, you got to do better
You can keep trying, and trying forever
Money going up, I keep me a comma
You do what you can, I do what I wanna
Making her wet like she in a sauna
Took you from yo nigga, I get her I got her
Switching the gear, I put it in drive, you know that we racing
Jay in my hand, it's lit and I'm facing
Feeling too good, my life is amazing, big bag I'm chasing
Aye big bag, no I ain't tryna look at no tags
These niggas be simping and kissing these bitches
They hearing my raps and thinking they disses
Drinking casa with my migos
Got a bad bitch she gon deep throat
When they copying my style it's only building up my ego
Aye, look at the outfit, I'm wearing shit that ain't even out yet
How you run off and dip on your men
You opp nigga, so don't call me twin
Talking down on my men
These niggas not touching me, you can't keep up with me
Been it since day one
Get to the top, hold it down for my day ones
Aye, look, smoking gelato bad bitch she mulatto
She gon suck it up, real clean gon swallow
Them ain't your clothes, it's your mans that you borrowed
They know I'm the leader that's why they gon follow
Don't know my real name, just know it's Apollo

Pop out, stand up, get to the money I'm running them bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Pop out, stand up, get to the money I'm running them bands up
Bands up, bands up aye aye aye aye



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Writer(s): Jaron Bruce
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