Bands
Oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea baby you know I'm angelic
She see my new hoe and I swear she get jealous
You know that I'm dripping Margiela
Niggas always talk tuff so you know that I'm keeping my weapon
I shoot with no question
Bae stop calling my phone, why don't you just shoot me a message?
I know, I know, I know
Gotta count these bands till I'm dead and resting
Oh
Lil hoe get off my line
Shoutout to Manny, man, thats really my dog he listen to all my rhymes
Im counting this guap
He try to run up on me I swear I'm hitting his top
I switch up the flow and they like how I rock
Me and Von got the glock and I swear you get popped
Ouu
Watch just how I lean
Ouu
Addicted to these bands got me feeling like a fiend
Ouu
Baby I like how you walk
Baby I like how you talk, I like the way you do everything that you do
Man I'm sending my shooters right where you stay if you think that I'm playing with you
Grrah
Thats the sound of the drac hitting you
Baby come with me
Ima show you something thats new
This only a freestyle so I'm sorry if I mess up
They wanna hate on me cause a young nigga is next up
Oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea I'm tryna count all these bands up
Run down, man down, pick yo mans up
Walk around with 20 shots in a handgun
She gone fuck cause I'm handsome
That money calling ima answer
I said, "I like me a bitch who can move"
For me she turned into a dancer
She throwing that ass
I haven't quit I'm still smoking on gas
You say you want love, why you telling me that?
I'm fly like a dove, but I'm dripped in all black
Im running it up, gotta whole lot of cash
Come straight out the slums, we was down bad
Now we up good I know these niggas mad
Don't care if I'm tired I'm still chasing bands
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Oh
Oh-oh
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea baby you know I'm angelic
She see my new hoe and I swear she get jealous
You know that I'm dripping Margiela
Niggas always talk tuff so you know that I'm keeping my weapon
I shoot with no question
Bae stop calling my phone, why don't you just shoot me a message?
I know, I know, I know
Gotta count these bands till I'm dead and resting
Oh
Lil hoe get off my line
Shoutout to Manny, man, thats really my dog he listen to all my rhymes
Im counting this guap
He try to run up on me I swear I'm hitting his top
I switch up the flow and they like how I rock
Me and Von got the glock and I swear you get popped
Ouu
Watch just how I lean
Ouu
Addicted to these bands got me feeling like a fiend
Ouu
Baby I like how you walk
Baby I like how you talk, I like the way you do everything that you do
Man I'm sending my shooters right where you stay if you think that I'm playing with you
Grrah
Thats the sound of the drac hitting you
Baby come with me
Ima show you something thats new
This only a freestyle so I'm sorry if I mess up
They wanna hate on me cause a young nigga is next up
Oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea I'm tryna count all these bands up
Run down, man down, pick yo mans up
Walk around with 20 shots in a handgun
She gone fuck cause I'm handsome
That money calling ima answer
I said, "I like me a bitch who can move"
For me she turned into a dancer
She throwing that ass
I haven't quit I'm still smoking on gas
You say you want love, why you telling me that?
I'm fly like a dove, but I'm dripped in all black
Im running it up, gotta whole lot of cash
Come straight out the slums, we was down bad
Now we up good I know these niggas mad
Don't care if I'm tired I'm still chasing bands
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
Yea, I'm tryna count these bands
Count these bands
Count these bands up
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