Stretchin Banz

I came from the, bitch I'm stretching, bitch I'm stretching bands, bitch I'm stretching
Bands
I came from the stands, same place where you stand, now I got some fans, now I got some
Stans

And don't I stay fly like I ain't got the gear to land, Ayyye came from nothing so you know
I aim for everything, re up on that smelly dank, watch the telly ring, I was wolf child
Barely tame, you can tell I barely changed, you feel me in your soul and she feel me in
Her belly dang

That's that aim, that's that, that's that snipe, that's that yo shoes my size huh, yo
Bitch my type but, you glad I'm nice huh, they mad I'm nice huh, all in they sights
Huh, guess it ain't on sight huh, said I'm in rare form, but this ain't rare for him, I
Got it on my own ain't no one care for, I'm on that potion, following compulsions, causing

Commotion, I told her pop that pussy keep it pulsing huh, they can't snap a bad angle
Like we posing huh, they ain't got the heart to tell you they just post it huh, yeah, I'm
Feeling myself, she doing the same, you and food is the same, ain't new to this thang
They knew that it's James

Bitch I'm stretching bands, bitch I'm stretching bands, I came from the stands, same place
Where you stand, now I got some fans, now I got some stans
And don't I stay fly like I ain't got the gear to land aye, stuck up in it, stuck up
In it, what, stuck in it, stuck in it, yeah, stuck up in it, stuck up in it, whoo, stuck

In it, yeah, stuck in it, dripping sweat till I had the sauce to drip, pursuing the life they
Caution against despite, how often it ends try me, I'm offin them then call for the
Coffin again, we burn it down, look around, coughing them carcinogens, see I sound
Like your favorites till I go deeper, the sole soul reaver, feeling cold but told I'm

Hot and got no fever, spit the ether, character OP, couldn't be cheaper, you gon' lose anyways
Choose either man, I used to lack, now them greenbacks keep coming back, ain't trying
To be a dad, but here your tracks and know I'm sonning that, y'all don't make it fun to rap me
Yesterday, who I'm gunning at, she tell me live in the present, what for, that's who she

Coming for, tell her bust it open and mukbang that pussy, a veteran, though nothing better
Than when she can make me feel like a rookie, y'all shoulda took me when you had the chance
Now plans is well advanced, despite hell's intent, I told em, bitch I'm stretching bands
Bitch I'm stretching bands, I came from the stands, same place where you stand, now I got

Some fans, now I got some stans, and don't I stay fly like I ain't got the gear to land
Ayyye, hey, stuck up in it, stuck up in it, what? stuck in it, stuck in it, yuh
Stuck up in it, stuck up in it, whoo, stuck in it, stuck in it, I'm stuck in the game
Fucking it up with the gang, for the love of the money and fame, I could tell I never

Could change, I said, I'm stuck in the game, fucking it up with the gang, for the
Love of the money and fame, I could tell I never could change



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Writer(s): James Morado Iii
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