Bands (feat. Mez)
I let these mans talk
They love to cape
I let these bands walk I'm out of shape shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winning
They jumping off the ceiling
It's a feeling
Fuck around and turn up missing
Niggas sick to be me
Need some Robitussin
Skipping to the money like we double dutching
Uh
Weight VS stone
Leave me alone
On that grown woman time
Racing past my ops
I know they praying for an off day
Watch what y'all say
Niggas get it broad day uh
When you talk about me
Better dot your t's
Put some water on me
Bet that shit'd freeze
I let these mans talk
They love to cape
I let these bands walk I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winning
They jumping off the ceiling
It's a feeling
Fuck around and turn up missing, yeah
Same way niggas calling Range Rover for the road
Niggas calling me for visuals and for the flows
They don't like how I'm so talented and shit it shows
And even when they try to hide it they still get exposed
Now I'm on my property yeah
You was sposed to be proud of me yeah
You was supposed to protect me from them
You the one took a shot at me yeah
For the niggas who bent outta shape my nigga got a stick do labotomys
Yeah
And I'm not glorifying it yeah
And baby don't lie to me you know that I done made the pussy wet again
I done got up outta debt again
My dawg got locked up in the fed again
Another one got shot and blacks done bled again
I'm the sharpest tool up in the shed again
Police think he Boba Fett again
Another white person in the elevator saw my braids and said I like ya
Dreads again
This feel like southside summer when the year was 05
You go outside your momma look at you like don't die
Raleigh cold, niggas hate you they gone put you on ice
Text your Nokia are you coming outside?
I let these mans talk
They love to cape
I let these bands walk I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winning
They jumping off the ceiling
It's a feeling
Fuck around and turn up missing, yeah
They love to cape
I let these bands walk I'm out of shape shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winning
They jumping off the ceiling
It's a feeling
Fuck around and turn up missing
Niggas sick to be me
Need some Robitussin
Skipping to the money like we double dutching
Uh
Weight VS stone
Leave me alone
On that grown woman time
Racing past my ops
I know they praying for an off day
Watch what y'all say
Niggas get it broad day uh
When you talk about me
Better dot your t's
Put some water on me
Bet that shit'd freeze
I let these mans talk
They love to cape
I let these bands walk I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winning
They jumping off the ceiling
It's a feeling
Fuck around and turn up missing, yeah
Same way niggas calling Range Rover for the road
Niggas calling me for visuals and for the flows
They don't like how I'm so talented and shit it shows
And even when they try to hide it they still get exposed
Now I'm on my property yeah
You was sposed to be proud of me yeah
You was supposed to protect me from them
You the one took a shot at me yeah
For the niggas who bent outta shape my nigga got a stick do labotomys
Yeah
And I'm not glorifying it yeah
And baby don't lie to me you know that I done made the pussy wet again
I done got up outta debt again
My dawg got locked up in the fed again
Another one got shot and blacks done bled again
I'm the sharpest tool up in the shed again
Police think he Boba Fett again
Another white person in the elevator saw my braids and said I like ya
Dreads again
This feel like southside summer when the year was 05
You go outside your momma look at you like don't die
Raleigh cold, niggas hate you they gone put you on ice
Text your Nokia are you coming outside?
I let these mans talk
They love to cape
I let these bands walk I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winning
They jumping off the ceiling
It's a feeling
Fuck around and turn up missing, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Morris Wayne Ricks Ii, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Filbert Gabriel Salton, Johann Deterville, Savannah Re Coline Simpson
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