Bands

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