Band$!
Me and the boys finna run up a lick
Reach in the box, I pull out the stick
Ima blast till it click click
Smoke up in this bitch
I could rap till I'm rich
Call up Kim
What's the sich?
I'm a controversial poet
Everybody know it
Reap the benefits of my success
Bitch I sew it
Put that ass off in my hands
I remote control it
Without the xans I'm zoning in
Stack my cheddar like a kingpin
Baby when we linkin?
Got that pussy singin
Birds in the trap phone ringin
Money and dope we sling in
We got beef, I'm Ali, bob & weavin
They just tryna reach for the bands
She tryna grab on me with the hands
She gon throw it back for the bands
For the bands, yeah
I been outside tryna get my stats up
Ima make it out the city with my racks up
Ima make that money everywhere I go
And I'm probably out with your main hoe
I been to 6 countries all on the low
Powder on a table
But it ain't my fuckin blow
All the hoes want my weed,
but ain't free smoke,
I can hit that blunt,
But I won't choke
Got them Iron lungs
To run up all that bando
Put a bounty on your head like Mando
I ain't worried if you catch me slippin
Cuz I keep that 9 mil on my hip Hoe
I keep that 9 mil, on my hip
100 strippers tryna dance
They just tryna reach for them bands
She tryna grab on me with the hands
She gon throw it back for the bands
For the bands, yeah
Reach in the box, I pull out the stick
Ima blast till it click click
Smoke up in this bitch
I could rap till I'm rich
Call up Kim
What's the sich?
I'm a controversial poet
Everybody know it
Reap the benefits of my success
Bitch I sew it
Put that ass off in my hands
I remote control it
Without the xans I'm zoning in
Stack my cheddar like a kingpin
Baby when we linkin?
Got that pussy singin
Birds in the trap phone ringin
Money and dope we sling in
We got beef, I'm Ali, bob & weavin
They just tryna reach for the bands
She tryna grab on me with the hands
She gon throw it back for the bands
For the bands, yeah
I been outside tryna get my stats up
Ima make it out the city with my racks up
Ima make that money everywhere I go
And I'm probably out with your main hoe
I been to 6 countries all on the low
Powder on a table
But it ain't my fuckin blow
All the hoes want my weed,
but ain't free smoke,
I can hit that blunt,
But I won't choke
Got them Iron lungs
To run up all that bando
Put a bounty on your head like Mando
I ain't worried if you catch me slippin
Cuz I keep that 9 mil on my hip Hoe
I keep that 9 mil, on my hip
100 strippers tryna dance
They just tryna reach for them bands
She tryna grab on me with the hands
She gon throw it back for the bands
For the bands, yeah
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Writer(s): Matthew Peralta
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