Lotta Bands

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] Bitch I feel like Bandamont 'cause I get bands a lot Hm, bitch [Verse 1: TrDee] I feel like Bandamont 'cause I get bands a lot Slid down around 4 a.m., Brodie scared the block I'm applyin' pressure all year, don't even tell me stop Turn around and saw who stabbed my back, I was really shocked (Damn) I'm lyin', I expected that Wait 'til we catch you, game over, you can't run it back I don't really think he catchin' bodies, he got a fanny pack Bitch let me grab it when we in public 'cause it's really fat Let me know it's smoke, we turn this bitch into the House of Dank Bitch sent your lo' when y'all was fuckin', told my niggas flame Stick to what you do, don't let these niggas tell you that you can't Had to cut my sneaky link off 'cause her pussy stink Say she came fish filet Why my name in they mouth? I think these niggas gay We can chill whenever you want but you can't be my bae Only if you treat me like I'm Simon, do just what I say Bullets turn a dreadhead nigga into Chico Bean Baby let me slam dunkin' like I'm Zach LaVine I'm goin' out like Tony, stayin' with my team Get the crazy odds, Bobby Portis when I see that green I don't take her out 'cause she always tryna cause a scene Thumbin' through some hundreds, baby, I'm just blowin' off some steam Dick got her hooked, gave her the Kareem Speakin' of a hook, if they ask, I don't know a thing Got a lot of chicken, come and get a wing Made her hit a note, she can't even sing Bitch, I'm one of one, treat me like a king I ain't finna go back and forth, I am not a swing Zaza got her eyes low like she Jackie Chan Unc' pourin' in a Sprite, he like the way it blend Took a L a couple times, but no, not again You can never leave without a strap, the type of world I'm in Bitch You can never leave without a strap, the type of world I'm in Bitch [Interlude: AK Bandamont] You ain't never punched no phones, come and get a BIN Ha, yeah AK Bandamont, nigga I get bands a lot, nigga You know that [Verse 2: AK Bandamont] I told bro hit it with the fetty, we can eat faster This nigga tried to run off on me, but the heat faster I was gon' shop with my lil' cuz, but his weed wacker I'm finna cut a nigga grass with a weed whacker I tried to stuff a bitch up with a brick, she got a weak bladder My dog send me the pints from Wisconsin, he a Green Packer Oh, you ain't get the shit I said? He be green packin' I done popped like fifty pills a week, I gotta rehab it I just bought a bitch a booty lift, now her cheeks fatter I'm finna bust in this bitch gut, so I don't need a Magnum Her nigga mad, he keep callin' her phone like you need to answer I've been steppin' on that dog, now I need a banner This nigga said he need a lil' ki', I'm finna hit Atlanta I'm made killin' off that Hannah, but I had to tan it You might not listen to my raps 'cause you don't understand 'em I done jugged a white bitch, she finna buy a planet When I caught them niggas out, they did not stand it When I made the soda lock, it was outstandin' I blew the crib up with dope pots, now the house landin' I done struck the whole block up, now the house jammin' This bitch starin' in my soul, I'm finna come cram it She was mad I dropped a four of purp', she was so Karen I know a nigga with them birds, that's a house parrot Bitch, we ain't post up in the 'burbs, we got a house there I told the nigga, "Say another word, you get dropped there" If dog ain't never shot shit, he lettin' out air I catch a nigga breakin' in my trap, I'm lettin' out a bear I got tired of my beam, it got a lot of flare I can't give this bitch the dick, she got a lot of hair I walk inside the bank, left with a dub, seen a lot of stares I'm just tryna make it out, it got a lot of stairs