GET YOUR BANDS UP Lyrics

Put the volume to a hundred, bass knocking in the whip

Gotta move on, I can't be thinking 'bout a bitch

Sat in a recliner and I'm munching on some chips

All this Gucci on me I got so much fucking drip

Everybody saying I'm a really cool guy

Walking up to me and asking how I got this fly

Let me tell you swag isn't something you can buy

But it really helps that I got money all the time

Get your bands up, g-g-get your bands up

Get your- get your- get your motherfucking bands up

It's a party put your motherfucking hands up

Pointing pistols at you bitches this a standup

Get your bands up, g-g-get your bands up

Get your- get your- get your motherfucking bands up

It's a party put your motherfucking hands up

Pointing pistols at you bitches this a standup

I'm from Houston, bitch I'm balling out the 7-1-3

You'd be hard pressed to find a bitch who doesn't want me

I been making bangers since I was a child, thirteen

Pull up to your fucking crib I got your bitch thirsty over me

Three new whips, got 'em all overseas

Got some opps wearing contacts cause they can't see

I got money I got bands I got all this guap on me

I pull up to the booth, know I'm always making heat

Get your bands up, g-g-get your bands up

Get your- get your- get your motherfucking bands up

It's a party put your motherfucking hands up

Pointing pistols at you bitches this a standup

Get your bands up, g-g-get your bands up

Get your- get your- get your motherfucking bands up

It's a party put your motherfucking hands up

Pointing pistols at you bitches this a standup