Bitch I got the bands flex my shit boy that's my hobby
Catch me in your city riding in a big body
Got a 30 on my waist
With a big a drum on the tommy
Bullet to his face watch his soul leave his body
Pull up to the scene
Popping like a fiend
Got purple in my cup but my chopper make you lean
I might f*ck up on your bitch
Make her wet in her dreams
Hella f*cking bands got it pulling down my jeans
She think she the one she gon' finessed
Might catch a f*cking cold with this ice around my neck
Baby this ain't fake shit all my diamonds VVS
That vest ain't gon' save your life I'm aiming at your head
Hundred round chopper at the scene
Make the wrong move and that bitch gon' scream
Taking all your hoes yeah that bitch gon' come with me
Sucking on my dick while I count up all the green
Purple wok in my cup feeling like a fiend
Hoes in my crib faded rolling off beans
Niggas want smoke so we pull up to the scene
Lay a nigga down put his face on a tee
Bitch I got the bands flex my shit boy that's my hobby
Catch me in your city riding in a big body
Got a 30 on my waist
With a big a drum on the tommy
Bullet to his face watch his soul leave his body
Trilldeal - Bands Lyrics
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Bitch I got the bands flex my shit boy that's my hobby
Catch me in your city riding in a big body
Got a 30 on my waist
With a big a drum on the tommy
Bullet to his face watch his soul leave his body
Pull up to the scene
Popping like a fiend
Got purple in my cup but my chopper make you lean
I might f*ck up on your bitch
Make her wet in her dreams
Hella f*cking bands got it pulling down my jeans
She think she the one she gon' finessed
Might catch a f*cking cold with this ice around my neck
Baby this ain't fake shit all my diamonds VVS
That vest ain't gon' save your life I'm aiming at your head
Hundred round chopper at the scene
Make the wrong move and that bitch gon' scream
Taking all your hoes yeah that bitch gon' come with me
Sucking on my dick while I count up all the green
Purple wok in my cup feeling like a fiend
Hoes in my crib faded rolling off beans
Niggas want smoke so we pull up to the scene
Lay a nigga down put his face on a tee
Bitch I got the bands flex my shit boy that's my hobby
Catch me in your city riding in a big body
Got a 30 on my waist
With a big a drum on the tommy
Bullet to his face watch his soul leave his body
Catch me in your city riding in a big body
Got a 30 on my waist
With a big a drum on the tommy
Bullet to his face watch his soul leave his body
Pull up to the scene
Popping like a fiend
Got purple in my cup but my chopper make you lean
I might f*ck up on your bitch
Make her wet in her dreams
Hella f*cking bands got it pulling down my jeans
She think she the one she gon' finessed
Might catch a f*cking cold with this ice around my neck
Baby this ain't fake shit all my diamonds VVS
That vest ain't gon' save your life I'm aiming at your head
Hundred round chopper at the scene
Make the wrong move and that bitch gon' scream
Taking all your hoes yeah that bitch gon' come with me
Sucking on my dick while I count up all the green
Purple wok in my cup feeling like a fiend
Hoes in my crib faded rolling off beans
Niggas want smoke so we pull up to the scene
Lay a nigga down put his face on a tee
Bitch I got the bands flex my shit boy that's my hobby
Catch me in your city riding in a big body
Got a 30 on my waist
With a big a drum on the tommy
Bullet to his face watch his soul leave his body
Writer: Isaac Rodriguez
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