Bojack - No Bands Lyrics

You a grown man with no bands
Yeah, we laughing at you
I'm in that AMG Benz
No, you can't catch catch up stupid
She f*ck with me cause of the fit
Damn, thats how the fashion do it
Lil' bro said he tryna get rich, i'm finna throw some packs right to him
I be starting the trend, I influence
My money on Tren, it be strong as shit
Put you in a pack, buy yo coffin bitch
I'm smoking this za, sippin' on lean so I ain't coughing bitch
I'm getting this bread, running up racks, I do it often, yeah
Yeah, I do it again
Sippin' on Quagen, washing my sins
Like damn this hoe facing, ain't that yo bitch?
I shoot my shot, I ain't missin' shit
Throw out the Glock, no evidence
Yeah I make a lot, that's evident
Whats on my wrist? Cartier, bitch
I walked in KOP, bought me some kicks
Rocking archive, ninety-nine Rick
The cup that I sip, that cost yo rent
I call the hit, they bring yo head
After we spin, they call the med
My bitch a ten, she give head on demand
End of the year, i'ma buy me some land
My brother got locked, so i'm throwing him bread in the can
Point that chop at yo feet, make you dance, bitch
How you sippin' on Quil? That shit rancid
Need a car and stick fo' I land in
Grown ass man with no bands, thats outlandish
I done ran it up, they mad as f*ck, but they just watching
Everybody with me got a stick, my bitch keep a pocket rocket
Used to be a clean Fanta, till' I put some drop in
We just like the cleaners crew, we slide with them mops and mopped eem'