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30bands Video (MV)




Performed By: Nick Bison
Language: English
Length: 3:23
Written by: Nicholas Tramel




Nick Bison - 30bands Lyrics




Gimme 30 bands wit a new whip
Seats tan
Had ya new girl
But I dipped
Cuz she bland
Drop a hunnid bands on a new hoop
For the flex
When I can
Now it's soup
Out the can
Pretty soon
Gold yams
For my pops
For the fam
Sick uh bein broke
So I got it from the fans
Muddy in my land
But I did what I can
What I could
Cuz I can
Pretty shawties
Want my hand
I just do it for the bands

Do it for a check
Spend a lot wit my mans
Couple hunnid grand
Got it stashed inna sand
Cranrasberry and a blunt
Talkin runtz
Man
Ain't no junts
Niggas talkin bout they tucks
Give a f*ck

Ballin like im rich
Roddy
How I hit
Ain't no posse
Drippin like I spill a beverage on my fit
Never stain
Only nigga in my lane hoe
Pictured all my haters
Then I cropped em out the frame bro
Click
Said I'm the best out
Fresh out
Pumas lookin scuba
Cleaner than a f*ckin wet towel
Grindin never mind a muhf*cka
Wit a fake smile
I stack them hunnids
Number 1
Gon get ya camera now
Click

Said I'm the best oooouuutttt
Dont hit me less it's bout a f*ckin check noooowwwww
These niggas always talkin bout a flex
Steady lookin like the rest
I just do what I do best
Grindin cuz I want my

30 bands wit a new
Whip
Seats tan
Had ya new girl
But I dipped
Cuz she bland
Drop a hunnid bands onna new hoop
For the flex
When I can
Now it's soup
Out the can
Pretty soon
Gold yams
For my pops
For the fam
Sick uh bein broke
So I got it from the fans
Muddy in my land
But I did what I can
What I could
Cuz I can
Pretty shawties
Want my hand
I just do it for the bands

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin

From the west side
LA
South central

Hard head
It ain't shit that you could tell me

Long bread
What I'm bout
No delay
And ion f*ck wit niggas who be onnat fishy fillet
I do this music shit until it kill me
It don't stop

Shawty gon pop when she hear this beat

Drop

Im a real nigga in the city of champs
If you real baller
Tell em run me my bands
Like pronto

Doper than some fronto
Money got my mental
Aang how I bend flows
Birds I forget those
Haters, I forgive thee
Beat me?
A vision that you can't see
I'm on my sugar-ali
And I do it sumn fancy

Said I'm the best oooouuutttt
Dont hit me less it's bout a f*ckin check noooowwwww
These niggas always talkin bout a flex
Steady lookin like the rest
I just do what I do best
Grindin cuz I want my

30 bands wit a new
Whip
Seats tan
Had ya new girl
But I dipped
Cuz she bland
Drop a hunnid bands onna new hoop
For the flex
When I can
Now it's soup
Out the can
Pretty soon
Gold yams
For my pops
For the fam
Sick uh bein broke
So I got it from the fans
Muddy in my land
But I did what I can
What I could
Cuz I can
Pretty shawties
Want my hand
I just do it for the bands

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin
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Gimme 30 bands wit a new whip
Seats tan
Had ya new girl
But I dipped
Cuz she bland
Drop a hunnid bands on a new hoop
For the flex
When I can
Now it's soup
Out the can
Pretty soon
Gold yams
For my pops
For the fam
Sick uh bein broke
So I got it from the fans
Muddy in my land
But I did what I can
What I could
Cuz I can
Pretty shawties
Want my hand
I just do it for the bands

Do it for a check
Spend a lot wit my mans
Couple hunnid grand
Got it stashed inna sand
Cranrasberry and a blunt
Talkin runtz
Man
Ain't no junts
Niggas talkin bout they tucks
Give a f*ck

Ballin like im rich
Roddy
How I hit
Ain't no posse
Drippin like I spill a beverage on my fit
Never stain
Only nigga in my lane hoe
Pictured all my haters
Then I cropped em out the frame bro
Click
Said I'm the best out
Fresh out
Pumas lookin scuba
Cleaner than a f*ckin wet towel
Grindin never mind a muhf*cka
Wit a fake smile
I stack them hunnids
Number 1
Gon get ya camera now
Click

Said I'm the best oooouuutttt
Dont hit me less it's bout a f*ckin check noooowwwww
These niggas always talkin bout a flex
Steady lookin like the rest
I just do what I do best
Grindin cuz I want my

30 bands wit a new
Whip
Seats tan
Had ya new girl
But I dipped
Cuz she bland
Drop a hunnid bands onna new hoop
For the flex
When I can
Now it's soup
Out the can
Pretty soon
Gold yams
For my pops
For the fam
Sick uh bein broke
So I got it from the fans
Muddy in my land
But I did what I can
What I could
Cuz I can
Pretty shawties
Want my hand
I just do it for the bands

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin

From the west side
LA
South central

Hard head
It ain't shit that you could tell me

Long bread
What I'm bout
No delay
And ion f*ck wit niggas who be onnat fishy fillet
I do this music shit until it kill me
It don't stop

Shawty gon pop when she hear this beat

Drop

Im a real nigga in the city of champs
If you real baller
Tell em run me my bands
Like pronto

Doper than some fronto
Money got my mental
Aang how I bend flows
Birds I forget those
Haters, I forgive thee
Beat me?
A vision that you can't see
I'm on my sugar-ali
And I do it sumn fancy

Said I'm the best oooouuutttt
Dont hit me less it's bout a f*ckin check noooowwwww
These niggas always talkin bout a flex
Steady lookin like the rest
I just do what I do best
Grindin cuz I want my

30 bands wit a new
Whip
Seats tan
Had ya new girl
But I dipped
Cuz she bland
Drop a hunnid bands onna new hoop
For the flex
When I can
Now it's soup
Out the can
Pretty soon
Gold yams
For my pops
For the fam
Sick uh bein broke
So I got it from the fans
Muddy in my land
But I did what I can
What I could
Cuz I can
Pretty shawties
Want my hand
I just do it for the bands

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin

For them bands
For them bands
For them bands

For them bands
For my pops
For the fam

Young nigga
And I got it out the LAnd

Out the LAnd
Give a f*ck
Watchu sayin
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Writer: Nicholas Tramel
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