Bandz Up

We gone rough take this one Then we got redo it later probably (Yeah, yeah yeah) Tryna run my bands up Gotta get rich fucking on bad bitches Gotta get my stamina up Hit the strip club And I'm throwing' bands like I got no manners uh And one told me she was a fan of the music Her name like Hannah or sum' Goddamn that's random huh Bouta' do damage Living like it's a dream but I could not plan it Now can you imagine My wrist, my neck and my teeth be dancin' I ain't gone ride without my stick Ion't like to take chances I ain't even got her off that liq But she getting real nasty Can't do it in the backseat this a coupe I need the corvette with no roof I ain't choreo none of this shit Niggas watching my moves These diors here one of one They can't walk in my shoes Yeah, Yeah That cash rules everything around me too I'm just laughing Back then they thought I was a fool Now they looking at him like what he do Which one to choose my accounts got a few Withdrawal the the crip hundreds and they blue And I'll never let a nigga touch my shit We gone take of his roof Like it's OVO I'll have my niggas come pull up with Drakes They gone clear out the room Mike Amiri for my bitch She gone hold my stick, she gone blow my stick Stayed down, now a nigga getting rich Can't cuff her it is what it is Love scars put the VV's all on the chain I got this ice healing it I ain't popping out unless it a bag Ion't f*ck with these niggas man I ain't feeling it Tryna run my bands up Gotta get rich fucking on bad bitches Gotta get my stamina up Hit the strip club And I'm throwing' bands like I got no manners uh And one told me she was a fan of the music Her name like Hannah or sum' Goddamn that's random huh Tryna' run my bands up Don't ask me if I'm too raw You know the answer And you know I'm still thinking God My dad beat cancer They all on my dick Can't get them off Please pull my pants up Just trying to get my bands up Just say I'm cooling love Can't give no fucks bout what a nigga say And working on my trust I need a bad bitch just like Dreka Gates And I ain't see my gramps to much He died, I'm wishing I could see his face And all the stupid shit I done I'm just happy I ain't see a case Might just cop the crib with balconies So I can see the lake Millions or no millions I'm gone make sure that my people straight And watch who you call your dawg It ain't no secret, man these niggas hate And ain't no envy in my body Knew I'd eat when I couldn't see a plate Yeah And if a nigga run up then its tragic She wanna' f*ck a nigga cause I'm tatted We on the top floor like a attic Pull up push start it's automatic Flight to Orlando, she like the magic Remember selling zips, wasn't no jackets Remember days when a nigga ain't have it Yeah Yeah Bands up Up Bands up Up Goddamn that's random huh