BANDS

Bands, i need that, show me where the green at
We not here for talking, put .223s where yo spleen at
Wock, where the lean at? fuck it dawg, i need that
Fuck another day i live this shit like i won’t be back
I need BB, i need fendi, i need gucci, not a bitch
I won’t ever let my heart get stolen, die and suck a dick
I can’t let another bitch get close, i might fuck up my licks
If she want me, she can fuck me, buss it, then i’m finna dip
Smith and wess on my protection, or its g-lock on the hip
I been runnin dry on patience, test me end up lookin schiz
All my niggas plug walkin, gettin money by the grip
And all my shooters slugs droppin, pull up bussin off the rip
If you ain’t want these problems why the fuck you finna bother us
My niggas movin heavy weight like they jus zipped a body up
I jus got this bag and when it’s gone, i need a lot of em
Hope you barkin in yo last moments when yo body numb
Bands, i need that, show me where the green at
We not here for talking, put .223s where yo spleen at
Wock, where the lean at? fuck it dawg, i need that
Fuck another day i live this shit like i won’t be back
Bands, i need that, show me where the green at
We not here for talking, put .223s where yo spleen at
Wock, where the lean at? fuck it dawg, i need that
Fuck another day i live this shit like i won’t be back