[Verse]
I got them bands, I got them bands, I got them bands
You can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, nigga
I got them bands, I got them bands, I got them bands
You can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, nigga (Grrah!)
Jump on the gram get 2,000 likes that's not what I'm chasin'
Do two or three shows for 70K that's too many Franklins
You can't approach me if you get too close shooters up and them bangers
You hate in the hood, I go for your bitch and fly her to Jamaica
Bands bustin' out the jeans
Fuckin' up the PRPs
Fuck nigga I'm from the D and if your camera trippin' you left on the scene
Cuz called them brrr we get them off with the E's
Like there ain't no such thing as the feds they gon have to make me believe
And hell of these lanes the shit ain't no game I'm tryna get used to having two safes
Muthafuck trying to adjust to the fame tell the police I got nothing to say
You put a statement in these nigga's face I guarantee that they don't leave it blank
I just spent 20 racks on a chain like fuck a jack boy Imma let this bitch hang nigga
Fuck with these niggas who follow a trend that's not what I do
I see some real niggas gettin' money and I follow suit
I came out of prison when mournin' some niggas why not follow me?
You ain't got no felonies never left your city why follow you?
I got some niggas that follow you home run up with them choppers and knock off your boots
These couple dollars I knock off your bitch and a couple more dollars I knock off your crew
I go to Cuba and fuck with my guy
Yeah I go to Jamaica and fuck all my rue
If you fuck with me I can't call a truce
Imma go find your loved ones and take them from you
Bands bustin' out the pockets fuckin up my new robbings
Niggas remind me of liquid 'cause ain't none of these niggas solid
(Aaahh!)
They ain't real like brr, brr
Feature price is ten thousand
When the judge told me not guilty I told the niggas say it louder
Bitch!
Left on the court and they let me go home and get back to my people
When I drop off a Wraith Imma come back and show that to the people
Shout out to the fiends they fill up our pockets we fill up their needles
I still put them angels right on you niggas who think y'all some demons (Grrah!)
I got them bands, I got them bands, I got them bands
You can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, nigga
I got them bands, I got them bands, I got them bands
You can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, nigga
I got them bands, I got them bands, I got them bands
You can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, nigga (Grrah!)
Jump on the gram get 2,000 likes that's not what I'm chasin'
Do two or three shows for 70K that's too many Franklins
You can't approach me if you get too close shooters up and them bangers
You hate in the hood, I go for your bitch and fly her to Jamaica
Bands bustin' out the jeans
Fuckin' up the PRPs
Fuck nigga I'm from the D and if your camera trippin' you left on the scene
Cuz called them brrr we get them off with the E's
Like there ain't no such thing as the feds they gon have to make me believe
And hell of these lanes the shit ain't no game I'm tryna get used to having two safes
Muthafuck trying to adjust to the fame tell the police I got nothing to say
You put a statement in these nigga's face I guarantee that they don't leave it blank
I just spent 20 racks on a chain like fuck a jack boy Imma let this bitch hang nigga
Fuck with these niggas who follow a trend that's not what I do
I see some real niggas gettin' money and I follow suit
I came out of prison when mournin' some niggas why not follow me?
You ain't got no felonies never left your city why follow you?
I got some niggas that follow you home run up with them choppers and knock off your boots
These couple dollars I knock off your bitch and a couple more dollars I knock off your crew
I go to Cuba and fuck with my guy
Yeah I go to Jamaica and fuck all my rue
If you fuck with me I can't call a truce
Imma go find your loved ones and take them from you
Bands bustin' out the pockets fuckin up my new robbings
Niggas remind me of liquid 'cause ain't none of these niggas solid
(Aaahh!)
They ain't real like brr, brr
Feature price is ten thousand
When the judge told me not guilty I told the niggas say it louder
Bitch!
Left on the court and they let me go home and get back to my people
When I drop off a Wraith Imma come back and show that to the people
Shout out to the fiends they fill up our pockets we fill up their needles
I still put them angels right on you niggas who think y'all some demons (Grrah!)
I got them bands, I got them bands, I got them bands
You can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, nigga
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