Bando - wemby Lyrics

I tried to tell you niggas I'm an alien, I'm not even from this planet for real
You know what I'm saying I'm extraordinary and shit man
I'm an alien yeah I'm coming like I'm Wemby
Pushing this track and I f*ck up the hemi
Oh I'm getting checks I ain't talking no stimmy
Yeah, my pockets fat but yo shit a lil empty
I'm dripping down while I run up the currency
I got a bad bitch she f*ck with me currently
Out of my comfort zone this lil bitch daring me
But she know I'm on dirt ain't shit that be scaring me
Call me Bando the martian, I hop out the space ship
Make sure it's all there need that on my payslip
Think he f*cking with me tell him get a grip
Run the money up, yeah, that shit a great tip
I run it up yeah you know it's no stopping
Ice on my left, yeah, you know that it's clocking
All American, my swag, they be jocking
And shout out Yomir cause you know that we popping
Designer shirt, designer pants, designer shoes
The shit I'm rocking
I got a bad bitch you know that I'm knocking
And shout out my twin cause you know that we locked in
Yeah you know that we locked in
Like Lamar know I'm weighing my options
And that weak shit you got we ain't copping
Pass on that shit like my last name was Stockton
But f*ck it nigga yeah you know switch up again
Way I'm getting green this shit look like muscle man
Ain't with the wrestling ain't no Tussling
Look at my neck and my wrist bitch it's busting man
I'm trying to get rich so I gotta go get it
Me and the gang know we worried about digits
I'm f*cking your hoe while I'm all in your city
She don't say hello but she popping the kitty
That's just how this shit work for Bando
Ice on my neck know it's cold out the damn snow
Go gorilla, I'm something like Rambo
Trying to compete with us, boy, you is damn slow
Tried to tell you niggas that I'm irregular
I'm out of space, in this bitch like the nebula
I'm one of one, ain't no mirror, no specular
And you can't reach me DND on the cellular
No bitch you can't reach me nigga
Nigga I'm out of this f*cking world nigga
You niggas can't f*cking play with me nigga
Nigga I'm motherf*cking spaced out nigga
F*ck it I'm going back in
My brother got choppa it blow em' like wind
T-Pain, DJ Khaled, cause bitch I'ma win
And then I'ma do it again
I'm getting that money just so I can spend
I ain't talking no laundry my brother gone spin
She a freak off the honey she sip me like Jen
And yeah we bout the bread for real
Bout the business and we be cutthroat
And I may f*ck one time to time
But I could never cuff a slut hoe
You know I'm balling on a hater
Yea, I got them boys in a hush mode
Team full of stars and I'm X-Factor
Yeah lil bitch but this ain't MUT though