Bandz Lyrics

Bands

Bands

Bands

Fill the cup

Bands

Bands

Run it up

Bands

Bands, fuck the dub

Bands

Bands, fuck the love

I take yo land, land

Bitch I take them, bands bands

Bitch I take the Xans Xans

Fuck the peace, yeah fuck the world

Bag yo bitch, I run it

Ay 'cause I like it how she talk shit

Only the pussies are bitches

Ay only the bitches are hoes

Yeah this shit not gonna make sense, like how I Tippy toe

To your crib, and bag yo bitch

and fuck the bitch

24/7

Yeah we run this shit, we bag yo bitch

We bag yo crib, you gonn be empty

Be spiritual, you feel it go

Ay let it go, send it oh

This bitch so in love with me, like Juliet

Bitch i'm not yo romeo

Fuck you, cause you made my buy your clothes

Louis v, Chanel, and Prada

Bitch I saw a opp, yeah I got 'em

Bitch you can't even take care of a toddler

Yeah that nigga shit himself, when he saw me

Bitch you better run ay

Yeah I got the MAC-11, shoot it when i'm done (Yuh)

Yeah ay okay

I fucked yo bitch, and she sucked my dick

I got my beam, and I shoot at yo team

I sip my lean, bitch i'm living my dream

I'm a poet now, oh you wanna read?

I got yo girl and I got my gun

He wanna have war, time for some fun

I was down bad, now I fuck for fun now

I got my bands, and I throw some hands

She texted me saying she wanna link, ain't you got a man?

Nigga done got pressed, yo bitch pulled up

She got some nice breast's, I fill that hoe up

And I pull out my gun, and shoot that shit up

While I got the green, and this hoe acting mean

I gave her some dick and I left that coochie clean

She said film this, this gone be the next scene

Niggas be talking shit, but don't got a wave cap

These bitches down bad, how the fuck you fake that

These niggas talking bout a may back, I got my Nina

He hit the pen, dumb ass nigga done laced that

Nigga wanna run the ones say that

Shawty wanted something and I nutted in her mouth

And I told her taste that

While I got a hoe talking shit, I hate that

These niggas wanna talk shit, face that

And I pull up, in case that these niggas wanna run

I pull out my Tommy gun and I shot this hoe up

Give me my money hoe, don't try to run

Bitch do not fuck with me

Yeah i'll put you in yo place

Bitch do not look at me, when i'm counting up my money

Stop doing that fake love

I know that she don't love me

So I said fuck that ho, and decided to count up my money

My bitch too fine, yeah she taste good like honey

This nigga on my nerves, boy you think you funny?

I fuck a hoe, then chase the money

I stay ten toes down, bitch i don't snitch

I don't give many fucks, I fuck her good like my slut

Fuck these opps, bitch I got the Glock

Then I count my bands then I smoked him in the lot