Made a few bands, hit up the ATM
Your bitch a fan, sent me a lil DM
F*ck an advance, hand over this lil band
I don't even stress, I made that shit right back
I just know why they be mad, cause I got bands
I got this shit on Ten
Pull up I'm swerving the Benz, I got the lance
And its aiming at your head
Bad little bitch and her friend, she wanna dance
Yea they be shaking that ass
I might just pour me a 4, I'm in a trance
Trying to think but I cant
I gotta flight when I land
She wanna slam
I told that bitch I got plans
(Yea)
I'm popping a pill and I'm rolling this gas, yea I'm flying away Peter Pan
I got my shirt from Japan, and its Balenciaga on my pants
(Yea)
Too much to lose
I'm the one not the two
Better have some respect
Bitch I dont wanna hear no attidude
I just pour up some red
I got some molly add it too
I aint got no friends
'Cause all of mine are dead and blue
I'm never landing
Roll gas till I'm off of this planet
Told my bro dont panic
I pull up we cause a lil damage
Hoe I might bag that
She hella bomb no Baghdad
Lil bitch I tapped that
Three shots make him hit a tapdance
( bah bah bah)
Yea he gon blam it
My lil shooter killer like Manson
Spark a blunt, then I pass that
All my money flipping doing handstands
I just roll the pain in this pack man
She gon eat me up Ms. Pacman
Run the game I'm the captain
Wokeup sipping like KanKan
Black fit like I'm Batman
Said I took his bitch my bad man
Thats my bad I just hop up in my bag, then I
Made a few bands, hit up the ATM
Your bitch a fan, sent me a lil DM
F*ck an advance, hand over this lil band
I don't even stress, I made that shit right back
I just know why they be mad, cause I got bands
I got this shit on Ten
Pull up I'm swerving the Benz, I got the lance
And its aiming at your head
Bad little bitch and her friend, she wanna dance
Yea they be shaking that ass
I might just pour me a 4, I'm in a trance
Trying to think but I cant
I gotta flight when I land
She wanna slam
I told that bitch I got plans
(Yea)
I'm popping a pill and I'm rolling this gas, yea I'm flying away Peter Pan
I got my shirt from Japan, and its Balenciaga on my pants
(Yea)
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Made a few bands, hit up the ATM
Your bitch a fan, sent me a lil DM
F*ck an advance, hand over this lil band
I don't even stress, I made that shit right back
I just know why they be mad, cause I got bands
I got this shit on Ten
Pull up I'm swerving the Benz, I got the lance
And its aiming at your head
Bad little bitch and her friend, she wanna dance
Yea they be shaking that ass
I might just pour me a 4, I'm in a trance
Trying to think but I cant
I gotta flight when I land
She wanna slam
I told that bitch I got plans
(Yea)
I'm popping a pill and I'm rolling this gas, yea I'm flying away Peter Pan
I got my shirt from Japan, and its Balenciaga on my pants
(Yea)
Too much to lose
I'm the one not the two
Better have some respect
Bitch I dont wanna hear no attidude
I just pour up some red
I got some molly add it too
I aint got no friends
'Cause all of mine are dead and blue
I'm never landing
Roll gas till I'm off of this planet
Told my bro dont panic
I pull up we cause a lil damage
Hoe I might bag that
She hella bomb no Baghdad
Lil bitch I tapped that
Three shots make him hit a tapdance
( bah bah bah)
Yea he gon blam it
My lil shooter killer like Manson
Spark a blunt, then I pass that
All my money flipping doing handstands
I just roll the pain in this pack man
She gon eat me up Ms. Pacman
Run the game I'm the captain
Wokeup sipping like KanKan
Black fit like I'm Batman
Said I took his bitch my bad man
Thats my bad I just hop up in my bag, then I
Made a few bands, hit up the ATM
Your bitch a fan, sent me a lil DM
F*ck an advance, hand over this lil band
I don't even stress, I made that shit right back
I just know why they be mad, cause I got bands
I got this shit on Ten
Pull up I'm swerving the Benz, I got the lance
And its aiming at your head
Bad little bitch and her friend, she wanna dance
Yea they be shaking that ass
I might just pour me a 4, I'm in a trance
Trying to think but I cant
I gotta flight when I land
She wanna slam
I told that bitch I got plans
(Yea)
I'm popping a pill and I'm rolling this gas, yea I'm flying away Peter Pan
I got my shirt from Japan, and its Balenciaga on my pants
(Yea)
Your bitch a fan, sent me a lil DM
F*ck an advance, hand over this lil band
I don't even stress, I made that shit right back
I just know why they be mad, cause I got bands
I got this shit on Ten
Pull up I'm swerving the Benz, I got the lance
And its aiming at your head
Bad little bitch and her friend, she wanna dance
Yea they be shaking that ass
I might just pour me a 4, I'm in a trance
Trying to think but I cant
I gotta flight when I land
She wanna slam
I told that bitch I got plans
(Yea)
I'm popping a pill and I'm rolling this gas, yea I'm flying away Peter Pan
I got my shirt from Japan, and its Balenciaga on my pants
(Yea)
Too much to lose
I'm the one not the two
Better have some respect
Bitch I dont wanna hear no attidude
I just pour up some red
I got some molly add it too
I aint got no friends
'Cause all of mine are dead and blue
I'm never landing
Roll gas till I'm off of this planet
Told my bro dont panic
I pull up we cause a lil damage
Hoe I might bag that
She hella bomb no Baghdad
Lil bitch I tapped that
Three shots make him hit a tapdance
( bah bah bah)
Yea he gon blam it
My lil shooter killer like Manson
Spark a blunt, then I pass that
All my money flipping doing handstands
I just roll the pain in this pack man
She gon eat me up Ms. Pacman
Run the game I'm the captain
Wokeup sipping like KanKan
Black fit like I'm Batman
Said I took his bitch my bad man
Thats my bad I just hop up in my bag, then I
Made a few bands, hit up the ATM
Your bitch a fan, sent me a lil DM
F*ck an advance, hand over this lil band
I don't even stress, I made that shit right back
I just know why they be mad, cause I got bands
I got this shit on Ten
Pull up I'm swerving the Benz, I got the lance
And its aiming at your head
Bad little bitch and her friend, she wanna dance
Yea they be shaking that ass
I might just pour me a 4, I'm in a trance
Trying to think but I cant
I gotta flight when I land
She wanna slam
I told that bitch I got plans
(Yea)
I'm popping a pill and I'm rolling this gas, yea I'm flying away Peter Pan
I got my shirt from Japan, and its Balenciaga on my pants
(Yea)
Writer: 6 DAYS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid