Bands Up OMB Peezy (Ft. Symba (USA))

[Intro: Symba]
Ayy
(Zaire)
Peezy, what up?
(Celow)
My baby mama trippin' 'bout some shit that she cannot control (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
My niggas think I got more than I do 'cause they ain't play they roles (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
I come from the streets, the other side don't understand us
We come from the bottom, when you down, you pick your mans up

[Chorus: Symba]
I'm tryna get my bands up (Yeah, yeah), tryna get my bands up (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna get my bands up (Yeah), tryna get my bands up (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna get my bands up (Yeah, yeah), tryna get my bands up (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna get my bands up, the streets don't understand us

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy & Symba]
Look, my lil' ho keep trippin' 'bout some shit that she just can't change (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ah)
Like, bitch, I'm in the streets seven days a week, I'm tryna maintain, right (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
You say I'm a dog, I kinda agree, I'm somethin' like a Great Dane
I've been stuck up from the start, ain't got enough heart to put on no fake chain
I feel like I'm in too deep (Deep), ain't got a cent for you, B (For you, B)
It was hard to remember me, now you wanna shake my hand when you see me (When you see me)
When they say they love you, they don't mean it (They don't love you)
Nowadays love ain't free (Love ain't free)
Left me on my own, now I'm eatin', see, I got them Retros on my feet (Feet)
Look, tryna get my bands up, ended up in handcuffs (Handcuffs)
They held me for ransom, cut that boy off, he a cancer (He a cancer)
Money on his head, he in the middle of Atlanta, uh (Atlanta)
You think you the shit until you end up in a pamper, Peezy