Bands

Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye yeah... yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
GFellbs on the beat
Yall know what the fuck going on man
A whole lotta extravagant shit man
Yea, I'm in that mood
Yea, I'm finna turn up
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

These bands them bitches can't fit in my pants
And I got a big ass motherfuckin' chopper
Lil nigga I'm ready to dance
If he said it's smoke with one of my niggas
Then we tryna shoot at his man
Bet that chopper gon' make that boy dance
They like huncho you did it again, you did it again
Aye yeah, if it's pressure
If it's beef
They know we gon' do em so extra
Hop out the car leave that boy on a stretcher
Put that fye to his chest like a diamond tester
Give me that!
Don't reach, bitch I keep that fye on the seat
When it comes to a nigga, ain't tryna compete
Cause I already know I'ma beast
Nigga Them facts
We creep
We'll pull up on a nigga in a all black Jeep
Say he wanna kill me
I'm killin' him first, you already know how it be
I gotta get him, ay, don't sleep
Cause I know some niggas a creep
They'll pull up on a nigga in a all black Ski
With nun the less than a thirty in reach
Bow Glow...
These bands, them bitches can't fit in my pants
And I got a big ass motherfuckin' chopper
Lil nigga i'm ready to dance
If he said it's smoke with one of my niggas
Then we tryna shoot at his man
Bet that chopper Gone make that boy dance
They like, Huncho, you did it again
Nah, for real, nigga
Two thousand and twenty-two, nigga, we takin' over
Nigga, I don't give a fuck if it is the end of the year niGGa we splashing on shii niGGa on God



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Writer(s): Avonte Thurman
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