Bands Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, Grrw, grrw , grrw hey

Yeah, yeah, AMB business, man Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ay, it cost live like this, you hear me

I like all these bands in a rubber band Being broke don't think you understand

Hitech got me leaning like a kickstand Buss down bitch, they call me the drip man

Deliver a nigga, shots like the mailman

I don't cuff bitches, bitch, I'm not your man

I'ma run up a bag, I need the bands And if you reach, I'ma teach better get yo mans

I'ma blow these bands, just like a fan Hitech got me slow like I'm walking in sand

If you ain't getting money, not part of my plan

Jump stick with a kick like we in a band Ray Charles talk to broke niggas, I can't see y'all

Matter fact, bitch, I don't wanna be y'all Up now, bitch, it's time to bleed y'all

Meek Mill, we ball, dick gon' knock her weave off

We get the money, bitch, we round that bag up

You niggas funny, you niggas really act up

They like you on some fuckin' shit, yeah, that pass up

Wake up in the morning and then I eat some Captain Chrunch

Yall, on that cappin' stuff, hundred bands, add it up

In them trenches, just goin' through it, bitch, I had enough

Pockets, big, they looking buff, I want a Bentley truck

She gon' hop on my horse like Giddy Up

AMB buss down , bitch, we fuck the city up

Her and her friends, they drunk the Henny up

It's goin' down, she let me hit and I'ma beat it up

I be flippin' this money' like some nunchucks

You, you outta luck, just bought a chop for dumb fucks

AMB drip team, your bitch love us

Yeah, she wanna fuck us

Can't cuff a bitch if she let the gang fuck, gang

I like all these bands in a rubber band

Being broke, don't think you understand

High tech, got me leanin' like a kickstand

Bust down, bitch, they call me the drip man

Deliver a nigga, shots like the mailman

I don't cuff bitches, bitch, I'm not your man

I'ma run up a bag, I need the bands

And if you reach, I'ma teach you better get your mans

I bag of ' money what I'm lookin' like

All black top, bitch, I look like West Snipes

I'ma give her a pipe, yeah, she can't spend the night

Fuck bein' nice, she gotta be fuckin' right

She gon' bite the fuckin' dick like a fuckin' bike

Lemonade bust down, no crunchy ice

Life ain't right, my buzzo, he doin' life

Life's lesson, take a chance, roll the dice

What'd you do for the dick? Fuck a Klondike

Diamonds moonwalkin' on my wrist, I feel like Mike

R. Kelly with the drip, believe I can fly

After I give her fuckin' dick, hurry up and buy

Niggas act like bitches and don't play to mind

My wrist expensive, it cost a dime

Bitch a young nigga drip and I swear to God

Chopstick finna hit em if he fuck with the opps

I' be ballin' on these niggas, NBA

Hop in the coupe, then a nigga gon' do the race

I don't save bitches, bitch, I'm not wearin' a cape

Bop for a hundred, I'm tired of minimum wage

Free all my fuckin' just lock up in a cage

Makin' all these fuckin' hits, I'm feelin' like Babe

Chop a fuckin' bang if he go against the grain

Wood kick back and forth like Liu Kang, gang

I like all these bands in a rubber band

Bein' broke, don't think you understand

High tech, got me leanin' like a kickstand

Bust down, bitch, they call me the drip man

Deliver a nigga, shots like the mailman

I don't cuff bitches, bitch, I'm not your old man

I'ma run up a bag, I need the bands

And if you reach, I'ma teach, better get your mans