Call Me Bandman

Turn, turn my headphones up dro Turn my headphones up, (ah) Turn my headphones up, (ah) Turn my headphones up, (ah), un un Made my own way I made my own wave F*ck nigga, (go) All that talking and shit man Cut that shit out I got my own whip nigga I'm probably somewhere with that, (skeee) Somewhere with your main bitch, (skeee) I'm with your main bitch, (bow, bow) Yeah, I made my own way I made my own plate I've been having this shit anyways Don't care what y'all say They just rap that shit in songs Don't give no f*ck they all laced Get my bro's up out the hood I'ma make sure we all straight Ain't no hang, you ain't a face We trying to slime a nigga out Ain't no arguing on the gram We trying to find a nigga house You say that you wouldn't tell Got in that jam and you a mouse I was working but that shit wasn't working found another route Damn near have my way with life I'm at my peak I need a scout Hoes know I ain't trying to kick it When I f*ck, tell them get out I be riding presidential They think I play for the league Steady asking for my name Don't call me that, call me the G Quick to put that belt on niggas We make it a problem if you sneeze I got tired of smoking OG All exotic shit I need Nigga I was down bad on my dick And you couldn't help with what I need You can't run no money up Get off your ass and get some cheese They tried to say my vision blurry Had to paint that bigger picture just to see If you diss one of my dawgs be quick to put you underneath If you scared go to church Ah hit you where it hurt Last nigga dissed that seven shotta got put in a hearse Ain't no hanging bout that grocery store lil lance got it the worse She know I can't be her man She steady calling me her flirt Soon as benji throw one of them things back I bet he go bizarre I made ten up on the phone It ain't no trying to go to work I don't talk no business on the phone You give me half and it'll work Why the f*ck they steady sending pro's That I can't use them bitches burnt You say you gangsta why the f*ck you trying to hide behind the tint Since we rapping let me talk about that petty shit I spent Over Eleven thousand on my get around account car got a dent These Amiri denim cost a cool thousand bet not get a lent Niggas just be rich up on the gram And they ain't even paying rent I'm up and I just did some shit with Trayle And you ain't even pay a cent I just got a Navy Finna hit up, scoom and them just for a slip I feel like I'm thirty, Mr. CEO We send shots through the whip bitch We send shots through the whip bitch We send shots through the whip(bow, bow) Send shots through your shit, send shots through your whip nigga All these fast cars and shit, I be buying up all the shit nigga, I be buying up all the shit