Bands On Top Of Bands

Lyrics

[Intro] CashMoneyAP VVS got the juice, hold up Ayy [Chorus] Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands [Verse 1] Bitch, don't move wrong I got shooters that's gon' dump you Plugs that ain't gon' front you Call from when I come through Rollie two-tone, block your shot to my buckle Turned up and said fuck you Got this shit off the muscle Dirty steppin', huff what I be reppin' Know it'll be these bitches' blessing My nigga said he served the reverend All the gangsters up in heaven Lookin' sideways, they gon' shoot your face off Blind to the fuck shit, I feel like Ray Charles Bitch can't get no money, get this treatment then I'm leavin' Can't do no relationships, I fuck once for a reason All my diamonds shinin', they surprised when they see me Prayin' on my downfall and still wanna be me [Chorus] Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands [Verse 2] Ayy, I'm the opp blocks, sending shots, tryna kill 'em Catch 'em, I'm gon' split 'em Bet his whole hood miss him Selling straight drop, fentanyl gon' kill 'em Free the bros out the system Any nigga die, we don't take them I'm a stepper, I be steady steppin' Niggas 12 like 9-11 Mama told me wash the dishes I was busy in them trenches Talkin' all that gangster shit, I'm gon' shoot your face off Blind to that tough shit, I feel like Ray Charles Dummy, think I'm lackin' if you want, lil' bitch, I'm squeezin' .223's, they penetrate his body, now he bleeding Walked in with a mug, now everybody say I'm demon No cap in my raps, lil' bitch, my glizzy do be singing [Chorus] Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands