[Intro]
Sorry Jaynari
Dave-O, make me a slap
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
Shawty please don't put your hands on me, hands on me
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
I got all these bands on me, all these bands on me
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
Shawty please don't put your hands on me, hands on me
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
I got all these bands on me, all these bands on me
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
I got all these bands, all these bands on me
I counted out a quota, they like damn whoadie
We really getting to it, that's for damn surely
We been really getting to it, that's for damn surely
My hooker hit for twenty then she ran on me
Don't get to reachin' for my chain, I'ma stamp homie
You know I keep that blam, keep that blam on me
We don't do no pump faking, my illas playing for keeps
Shoutout to my jeweler, all these grams on me
Mozzarella Dweller, eighty bands for him
These niggas makin' payments, they ain't paying for it
Had million dollar dreams, I've been praying for it
Two hundred MPH's on the dashboard
It's a different kind of paper when your bag foreign
Ayy, all that fake flexing, get you taxed for it
And then we blew it like it's nothing when we lash for it
Sorry Jaynari
Dave-O, make me a slap
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
Shawty please don't put your hands on me, hands on me
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
I got all these bands on me, all these bands on me
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
Shawty please don't put your hands on me, hands on me
I got all these bands on me, bands on me
I got all these bands on me, all these bands on me
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
I got all these bands, all these bands on me
I counted out a quota, they like damn whoadie
We really getting to it, that's for damn surely
We been really getting to it, that's for damn surely
My hooker hit for twenty then she ran on me
Don't get to reachin' for my chain, I'ma stamp homie
You know I keep that blam, keep that blam on me
We don't do no pump faking, my illas playing for keeps
Shoutout to my jeweler, all these grams on me
Mozzarella Dweller, eighty bands for him
These niggas makin' payments, they ain't paying for it
Had million dollar dreams, I've been praying for it
Two hundred MPH's on the dashboard
It's a different kind of paper when your bag foreign
Ayy, all that fake flexing, get you taxed for it
And then we blew it like it's nothing when we lash for it
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