Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Why he tight? He ain't got no bucks
I feel sad for bruh, he ain't got no luck
Can't just play the part, gotta be the part
Why you think this shit a game? This ain't Mario Kart
I got bands on me, diamonds on me, never lease
Raven, I got tunnel vision, five star my pinky ring
Got the bag like Kyrie, I'm locked up like my Cuban link
I'm finna let the chopper sing, louder than a pack of keys
I got this drink in my cup for real
I got this smoke in my lungs for real
Baddies they all in the cut for real
Young nigga gotta good luck for real
I'm finna get in my back for real
Finna get deep in that cat for real
Y'all niggas goin' out sad for real
Keep it a stack for real
Keep it a stack for real
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Why he tight? He ain't got no bucks
I feel sad for bruh, he ain't got no luck
Can't just play the part, gotta be the part
Why you think this shit a game? This ain't Mario Kart
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Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Why he tight? He ain't got no bucks
I feel sad for bruh, he ain't got no luck
Can't just play the part, gotta be the part
Why you think this shit a game? This ain't Mario Kart
I got bands on me, diamonds on me, never lease
Raven, I got tunnel vision, five star my pinky ring
Got the bag like Kyrie, I'm locked up like my Cuban link
I'm finna let the chopper sing, louder than a pack of keys
I got this drink in my cup for real
I got this smoke in my lungs for real
Baddies they all in the cut for real
Young nigga gotta good luck for real
I'm finna get in my back for real
Finna get deep in that cat for real
Y'all niggas goin' out sad for real
Keep it a stack for real
Keep it a stack for real
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Why he tight? He ain't got no bucks
I feel sad for bruh, he ain't got no luck
Can't just play the part, gotta be the part
Why you think this shit a game? This ain't Mario Kart
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Why he tight? He ain't got no bucks
I feel sad for bruh, he ain't got no luck
Can't just play the part, gotta be the part
Why you think this shit a game? This ain't Mario Kart
I got bands on me, diamonds on me, never lease
Raven, I got tunnel vision, five star my pinky ring
Got the bag like Kyrie, I'm locked up like my Cuban link
I'm finna let the chopper sing, louder than a pack of keys
I got this drink in my cup for real
I got this smoke in my lungs for real
Baddies they all in the cut for real
Young nigga gotta good luck for real
I'm finna get in my back for real
Finna get deep in that cat for real
Y'all niggas goin' out sad for real
Keep it a stack for real
Keep it a stack for real
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Nigga, get your bands up
Why he tight? He ain't got no bucks
I feel sad for bruh, he ain't got no luck
Can't just play the part, gotta be the part
Why you think this shit a game? This ain't Mario Kart
Writer: Chimere Onyearugha
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