T’d Up (Remix) Gunna

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[Chorus]
Stack these bands, yeah, stack these bands
My neck gon' dance, bad, bitch, no tan
Yeah, fear of God Vans, yeah, fear of God pants
My belt Hermes, I took my chance

[Verse 1]
Board my jet, Steward just offered me sex
My whole cool lit, Rolex an AP, Patek
I told you my drip is the best
The Cuban link choke on my neck
I turned the Lamb' truck to the max
Had one shot like it's Russian roulette
Ain't no need of you talking back
From the street and you know that's a fact
Send a nigga to jail, ain't no rat
Used to serve you lil' niggas the pack
I'ma kill 'em, no heart attack
And no back and forth, tic for a tac
Pour the syrup up, I need to relax
I be sleepin', you niggas get wacked

[Chorus]
Stack these bands, yeah, stack these bands
My neck gon' dance, bad, bitch, no tan
Yeah, fear of God Vans, yeah, fear of God pants
My belt Hermes, I took my chance