Bands On Yo Top
[Chorus]
Know that I'm up, hella bands on the drop
[?] put bands on yo' top
I don't really need much but ten in the Glock
Got too much cash, rubber band's in a knot
You see my chain, at the show come and take it
Asking for money, I ain't even make it (On God)
Killing these niggas, they think that I'm racist
Up dick on that bitch, tell that lil' ho to face it (Lil' bitch)

[Verse 1]
Glock to his head, won't believe it was me
Race in the hood, bitch I'm [?] in the streets
He talkin' tough, took his freedom of speech
Talkin' tough on the 'net, put the beam on his teeth
I was down [?] thinking of me?
Turnin' up in the stu' and I'm cleaning the beat (Bitch, I'm cleaning the beat)
Back to the hood, bitch, I'm feeding the streets
Big ass choppa in the back, knock him clean off his feet
I'm in the field so my niggas the blizz
Cap in your ass, man, I know you a bitch
When I spin down yo' block, I'ma empty the clip
I'ma stand by myself, I don't worry 'bout shit (On God)
They hate that I'm flexing on niggas
Got too many Benjis, you know that my bag full of blues
Smokin' that gas, I ain't worry 'bout grades
I was up in the streets, I ain't fucking with school
Know that they envyin', these niggas wishin' on me
Got that nine and that [?] on me
Hop out in Gucci and my bro be drippin' with me
And these thotties want pictures with me
Just give me neck, lil' bitch, I ain't fucking
I got the pounds in the mo'fucking oven
I'm with my bro, you get clapped up if you touch him
[?] I got straps in this bitch out in public
I take his head, put that shit on his lap
You can stomped in these mo'fucking sneakers
I'm high as fuck when I'm up in the Beamer
I'll pass her to the team, lil' bitch, I don't need her
That button [?] gonna start it up
Got 200K, I ain't far enough
Remember my teachers would laugh in my face
And they told me that I wasn't smart enough
Now I be flexin', they hate that I'm up
And they really thought I wouldn't do it, nigga
I'ma go hard on the beat, I don't care what you say
Making money off music, nigga
I got a Drac' in the back, gotta chopper in the back
And my niggas gon' shoot it, nigga
I take his head off his shoulders, that shit on his lap
And you know I'ma mute it nigga
[Chorus]
Know that I'm up, hella bands on the drop
[?] put bands on yo' top
I don't really need much but ten in the Glock
Got too much cash, rubber band's in a knot
You see my chain, at the show come and take it
Asking for money, I ain't even make it (On God)
Killing these niggas, they think that I'm racist
Up dick on that bitch, tell that lil' ho to face it (Lil' bitch)

[Verse 2]
I got the pounds in they pack
My niggas don't lack, you know that I carry a strap
Spendin' ten thousand and getting it back
And I heard what you said and I'm thinking it's cap
I like designer, spending shit on shoes
He want some clout, I'll put him on the news
I started rappin', my bank full of blues
He want a problem, get hit with this tool
I pop a Percky, it's getting me loose
Drippin' designer, I know I got juice
Remember them days that we didn't have food
I'm high off this weed but I'm playing it cool
And I tell that lil' bitch to top me
He want a problem, get hit with this Glocky
I'm drippin' water, ain't talking Dasani
My niggas step in with mo'fucking Tommies
[Chorus]
Know that I'm up, hella bands on the drop
[?] put bands on yo' top
I don't really need much but ten in the Glock
Got too much cash, rubber band's in a knot
You see my chain, at the show come and take it
Asking for money, I ain't even make it (On God)
Killing these niggas, they think that I'm racist
Up dick on that bitch, tell that lil' ho to face it (Lil' bitch)