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keep it a band
I don't see y'all like I'm Ray Charles
Niggas tried to strike me out
But I had knocked em out the park like I play baseball
I ain't never

a fuck about smoking a street ball
Put it on gang, yeah, I die by the band
That nigga too turnt up right now, he ready to crash with a perk in his hand

I'm about to drop a fuckin band
I got plans to advance to the top of the stands
Where they holding up they hands
Got the labels throwing money but I

Never ever misstep no mistakes i'm big game
No pump fake i'm big play like my name was big jay
Got bands in my suitcase need hid from the da
Got

of my hands
I grind hard do it for my fans
Ya I'm the man gettin all these bands
Your lazy ass watchin from the stands ya ya

You ain't been doin nothin

to have 3 girlfriends, now I'm a better man
Bitch sucked me in the strip club, I spent a extra band
Nick said the "bag just dropped", he sent an extra 10

Taking some risk for you
I'm fucked up
Feeling like I lucked up
Thousands in my pants
In my wallet I got bands
Claiming you got problems
I got options
I

ain't talking bands than I don't really give a fuck
We some youngins tryna make it so we ran it up
Yeah, yeah
We from the mud so we really know

back
Bro got the whoosh in the rucksack
Yeah, bro got a whoosh, don't vex me
Tell 'em "if it ain't bands, don't text me"
When I'm done with your girl,

like a Tan
Rockstar jeans like I rock with The band
Foenem onnat car cause them Niggas ain't clan
Bitches set em up let that young Nigga trend
Pop pop

her slow down like she pressing the brakes
Say she want 10 bands like she singing some drake
Stop playing with me girl I got money make
Got shorty

rise, it take me higher
She say she don't love me but that girl a liar
I sing to the choir
Feel like a band
God told me do it so that's a command
I'm back

on my face and pay me
Runnin' 200 bands hit the bank with my key
Girl I got hella fans, gotta slow, I know
Got that ice on me, bitch, I'm too cold, I snow

always been the best sex
Hands down bands down always be the best flexed
Oh baby I'm shooting for the realm above
I'm to hot to handle to strong not

lil needle
And I'm rocking with my niggas we a band just like The Beetles
And just BLM all of my niggas getting equal
And please don't speak on him

worry
Mediated then I Manifest
I be trying to count a hundred bands
Spend it all then I get back
They spit bars i spit Facts
They Spit bars I spit facts

just like 'The Weeknd'
I'm Abel to preach I'm Abel to pretend
Able to make me some bands cuz I'm free
When I get sad I just sit with the trees
When I get

down, we been grindin' ever since
Nothin' into somethin', big bands out of cents
Might see me out in traffic blowin' gas out the tints
Baby say she with

hit the fuckin jackpot[01:26.99]Took the bands that I tucked in the stash box[01:30.23]And put it into rap like a App stock[01:33.10]You ain't Steve

the club
Doing my dance
Everybody watching
Cause they know I'm the Man
Click thirty deep
Look like a Band
Everybody fresh
Money in my hand
Pop a Couple

the band sweet back
Make the party bounce like a weak cheque
I’m deep black I demand your respect
I pack beef like the ghetto version of Big Mack
My seeds

and Mike
Way back in 88
They can't contest this fadeaway
Like put a hand up i'm running bands up with Tey today
Pressure to the mental even pencils they just

money backpack filled with bands
Bebe belt on my waist like heavyweight champs
Jimmy Choo Man I'm smelling expensive
You niggas stupid you reading

Somebody
(I can hear the school bands playing this)
And if We do... Don't hurt Nobody
(Belly Dancers)
What I Wanna do... Touch Somebody
(Yeah)
What cha Gonna