Bands (feat. T-Dill)
Ayy, only the family in this muthafucka, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run
It up And we run it up
Ayy, bitch I'm with the fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands on top of them
Bands Naw we dont' do friends, bitch I'm with the
fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands
On top of them bands We dont' do the friends, bitch I'm with the
Fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam
I'm a hunnid grand, one thou wow, got stacks taller than Bow Wow
Know some real shooters that'll run up on ya, shoot you down like Bow Bow
Hell naw, I ain't switch up, you ain't with us, you against us
Ain't no new niggas with us, play both sides, get hit up
I call up the plug for 56 grams, you know that my niggas be sellin' it
And most of you niggas irrelevant, and half of you niggas be tellin' shit
I re-up and flip it and jag it, might send you a package, my niggas be mailin' it
Can get you a pound for like 23 hundred, ain't come then you gotta reschedule it
Only the cuddys and we gettin' money, talkin' hunnids, fifties, twenties
Steady fuckin' up the pot, tryna stretch it, tryna whip it
Oh my God, this shit done locked up, I'm fuckin' up the dishes
Cuddy time to fuck the block up, boy it's time to get it
Ayy, drug life, one life, like Pac, nigga that's that thug life
Re-up, get it gone, re-up, I done called the plug twice
Get money, stack money, flip onions, get this shit in all types
Get it in, for the low, I done made about ah stack in one night
Bitch, I'm with the fam, and bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
Naw we don't do Friends, bitch I'm with the fam
And bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam
And bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
We don't do the Friends, bitch I'm with the fam
And bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam
It up And we run it up
Ayy, bitch I'm with the fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands on top of them
Bands Naw we dont' do friends, bitch I'm with the
fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands
On top of them bands We dont' do the friends, bitch I'm with the
Fam and bitch we got bands on top of them bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam
I'm a hunnid grand, one thou wow, got stacks taller than Bow Wow
Know some real shooters that'll run up on ya, shoot you down like Bow Bow
Hell naw, I ain't switch up, you ain't with us, you against us
Ain't no new niggas with us, play both sides, get hit up
I call up the plug for 56 grams, you know that my niggas be sellin' it
And most of you niggas irrelevant, and half of you niggas be tellin' shit
I re-up and flip it and jag it, might send you a package, my niggas be mailin' it
Can get you a pound for like 23 hundred, ain't come then you gotta reschedule it
Only the cuddys and we gettin' money, talkin' hunnids, fifties, twenties
Steady fuckin' up the pot, tryna stretch it, tryna whip it
Oh my God, this shit done locked up, I'm fuckin' up the dishes
Cuddy time to fuck the block up, boy it's time to get it
Ayy, drug life, one life, like Pac, nigga that's that thug life
Re-up, get it gone, re-up, I done called the plug twice
Get money, stack money, flip onions, get this shit in all types
Get it in, for the low, I done made about ah stack in one night
Bitch, I'm with the fam, and bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
Naw we don't do Friends, bitch I'm with the fam
And bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam
And bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
We don't do the Friends, bitch I'm with the fam
And bitch we got bands on top of them, bands on top of them bands
Yeah we run it up, bitch I'm with the fam
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Writer(s): Richard Woods
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