Bandz Trademark

[Hook x2]
Turn a bad B down, all for the bandz
Trap line like a hoe whip bangs
Whippin up like I’m whippin in the Benze
Plug drop dat food it’s peng
Dem boy they way too neeky
And my Rambo way too fleeky
That bitch, that bitch too cheeky
She got back and her back too fleeky

[Verse 1]
Turn a bad B down, all for the band
Whip that work then serving out grams
We out taking risks just to double our bandz
You niggas in a drought out selling out am
And my dressed code cold dat
See me on the block and I’m dressed in all black
And these roads too booky
Used to pray in the Church with the Rambo on me
The man ain’t gang and the man don’t bang
The man just hate on man
Now tell me how the man keep claiming they real
When they just switched up on their day one
But I only care ‘cause my lines still bang
And all of these bad B’s want man
Bros could came with the big ting
I came to hush hush, keep it lowkey
Pulled a big ting in my rucksack
Make a young nigga heart start racing
Just got call from dons
Said plug came through with the flavours
And that bitch there is bland
But she talkin’ like she wanna fuck man
Good girl won’t you fuck with gang
In the trap let us count some bandz
Kit Kats keep calling
Out on the strip I ain’t taking no bricks
In the kitchen I ain’t washing no plates
Make the block hot now I gotta relocate