Bitch I'm walking out the f*cking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon
You don't want this action, you'll get dumped nigga, slumped nigga
We don't play fair little bro, you get jumped nigga
Hitting up the plug and I told em, we need blunts nigga
Wrapping up your body in this mother f*ckin' runt nigga
You know I'm on the run, so I gotta go
Posted up in Texas I told my girl that I, got a show
Only wanna work with Ominvs cause he a pot of gold
All these people claiming they been used, well you not alone
Yeah, I'm just doing what I damn can
Blood, sweat, and tears in my music every damn day
Been a real nigga since a mothaf*cka dropped fake
Now they envy me because a mothaf*cka make bank
Traumatized since a child, that shit was painstake
Way too much money to be making, I cannot take breaks
Step down on the pedal, I guess I'll just meet my damn fate
Fakin' in your f*ckin' songs, I'll say that shit to your damn face
Bitch I'm walking out the f*cking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon
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Bitch I'm walking out the f*cking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon
You don't want this action, you'll get dumped nigga, slumped nigga
We don't play fair little bro, you get jumped nigga
Hitting up the plug and I told em, we need blunts nigga
Wrapping up your body in this mother f*ckin' runt nigga
You know I'm on the run, so I gotta go
Posted up in Texas I told my girl that I, got a show
Only wanna work with Ominvs cause he a pot of gold
All these people claiming they been used, well you not alone
Yeah, I'm just doing what I damn can
Blood, sweat, and tears in my music every damn day
Been a real nigga since a mothaf*cka dropped fake
Now they envy me because a mothaf*cka make bank
Traumatized since a child, that shit was painstake
Way too much money to be making, I cannot take breaks
Step down on the pedal, I guess I'll just meet my damn fate
Fakin' in your f*ckin' songs, I'll say that shit to your damn face
Bitch I'm walking out the f*cking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon
You don't want this action, you'll get dumped nigga, slumped nigga
We don't play fair little bro, you get jumped nigga
Hitting up the plug and I told em, we need blunts nigga
Wrapping up your body in this mother f*ckin' runt nigga
You know I'm on the run, so I gotta go
Posted up in Texas I told my girl that I, got a show
Only wanna work with Ominvs cause he a pot of gold
All these people claiming they been used, well you not alone
Yeah, I'm just doing what I damn can
Blood, sweat, and tears in my music every damn day
Been a real nigga since a mothaf*cka dropped fake
Now they envy me because a mothaf*cka make bank
Traumatized since a child, that shit was painstake
Way too much money to be making, I cannot take breaks
Step down on the pedal, I guess I'll just meet my damn fate
Fakin' in your f*ckin' songs, I'll say that shit to your damn face
Bitch I'm walking out the f*cking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon
Writer: Chris L
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