Whole Lotta Bands Lyrics

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less (I can't settle for less)

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less (I can't settle for less)

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less (I can't settle for less)

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less

Why would I settle for less

Come to my crib and she take off her dress, Yeah

I take her shopping but she keep the rest, Yeah

I'ma hit from the back and then I nut on her chest

These niggas on checkers

I'm on a whole other level I been playing chess

Like let me confess

I miss that bitch cause she was fucking me the best

In class I ain't listen to shit but I was acing all the test

She give me the lips and than she releasing all my stress

Come to my room we making a movie

Yeah, we finna' make a mess

You feeling me, I'm feeling you like what we gon' do

Kill the pussy but I don't abuse

She came she was tight, but I'm making her loose

Talkin' down but now he want a truce

Got too many bitches but I'm choosing you

On the court and I shoot at the hoop

My ooter' besides me he shooting at you

I told Imdica load up the troop

Took so many losses y'all needa regroup

Like y'all needa regroup

He think he hard see what bullets could do

I just swerve in the coupe

Digital dash, digital zoom

Told her give me some room

She making me nervous think I'm bout to boom

Fuck his broad by the pool, when I'm done she go back to cause you a fool

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less (I can't settle for less)

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less (I can't settle for less)

I need a whole lotta' bands can't settle for less (I can't settle for less)

I need a, I need a, I need a

Act up get his dumb ass smacked up

223 tell that lil' boy back up

He a punk just like to act tough

Saint Laurent, I'm switching my swag up

Wake up I pick a new bag up

Said I'm Twisted I'm going insane

He turned his back on gang

Know you pretending you not what you claim

Said he got a new chop' but it don't come with aim

Why you flexing we know you a lame

I had bitches way before the fame

They see I been winning they hop in my lane