Bandz Video (MV)

Stop playin do you know who you f*ckin wit
Feeling like I'm future coming live from Da gutta Bitch
Stay with paper like a fresh stick of butter bitch
Niggas outchea with hands out on some sucka shit
Start hustling you could be mark zucker bitch
It's bout to get bumpy new grown stubble bitch
I pulled a fifty out now ya girl feeling me
I swear I been getting Bills like Hilary

BANDS BANDS BANDS BANDS BANDS BANDS
When that check hit put that shit in my
HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS
When I get that advance imma feel like the MAN
Man f*ck it gah damn
This shit I'm smoking from LA you know it's hitting like rams
Blam blam the gun goes blam
Nigga got shot over 5 damn grams
Nah you ain't the goat bitch you ain't even a lamb
Whole exterior soft sum'n just like the fur on lambs
For me she gonna get soaked but for you it's just a bit damp
These niggas always bringing that poo like they first name was sham
Ooo ooo
I got behind that thang like I said blue 42
Then she wanna give Brain to the whole damn crew
She got a hop in her step like skip to my Lou
And I been ballin off the bench like my first name was Lou
Pull up quick then before we leave gimmie the loot gimmie the loot
If we can't find the loot we gon come back around soon
Take everything off ya ass just like you was a baboon

I'm laughing at these fools
I swear they future doomed
We up 3-0 in the series somebody go get the broom
She In here with her hands up like the clocks was at noon
Riding crazy in this bitch fury 325 goin ZOOM
Steady checking on my phone cause I'm looking at my bank account
My dawg said he sending something know that shits a big amount
I'm just getting my cut of this loaf of bread
Hit a jugg with ya homies and like butter it spreads

Bitch I'm in my bag like a fresh pack of skittles
Might just throw it off ya head like my name biggie little
F*ck the cat and the fiddle cause rn I'm jumpin over the moon
But that's only when I take drugs Gotta roll it like a cocoon
Space shit high yeah ya boy don't need NASA
Pulled up on them niggas inna a new whip had to ask who's ya master
Cannot f*ck with these rappers they morals really backwards
Steady smoking backwoods lips blocked than tobacco (EWW)

Always rushing shit like some stupid linebackers
Gotta stay with cheese like a green bay packer
Bitch I'm in my bag like the clothes I was packing
You better not be lacking get turned to a Hasbeen
Heart too cold like a skii slope in aspen
Bars so hot like fire a place in cabins
Step back or catch a fever no cabin
How long I've been rappin
How long you been stacking
Mind out of the box when I was hanging out with jack man
These niggas just big head clowns call em jack man
Ya girl walked in and she saw a nigga jackin she looked at me and said now I am the captain