Derrick Royce - Get to the Bands Lyrics

I'm bouta get to the bands yuh
Filling my hands got me doing my dance yuh
No new friends, I gotta make some Ms
And do it again, cause I'm bout to get to the bands, get to the bands, get to the bands

I'm bout to get to the bands
Stuffing my pants doing a show for the grands
This for the fans, packing the stands bringing the hoes and they Friends
Stick to plan, flipping the show money putting me in a trance
Taking a chance, Ima be breaking the bank, to get where I land
And get out the jam, flooding the streets with the words I say, till they know who I am
Cross over the cross roads, run it up, Make em jump with a slam
Double the bookings, triple the price all because the demand
Paper or plastic what they asking me at the bank I'm securing the bag
Bust out the frame, every time that I flash,leaving the club with ya stash
Doing the dash, dripping the paint when I pass
Blowing it fast, talking bout cash, spend it all cause I know it won't last
Ima ball cause I know Ima smash, till I fall bury me with a stack
They gon call cause they know that its facts yuh
And I ain't never going back
And I ain't never holding back
I wonder if they notice that
I'm the coldest on the map
Check the stats in the raps
Phone jumping but it's tapped
My whole squad on attack cause

I'm bouta get to the bands yuh
Filling my hands got me doing my dance yuh
No new friends, I gotta make some Ms
And do it again, cause I'm bout to get to the bands, get to the bands, get to the bands Aye

They couldn't fathom what I thought
See me flashing in the dark
Giving em what they want
Sparking gas in front of the law
Breaking They jaws from the drop
Reaching the chart with the art when I chop what I got from a piece to a lot
To the top of the top of the world with a plot to show em all what we got in the box
We about to show out
Packin a show with ten thousand souls just to show that we aint never sold out
Woah now, im bout to phone home and tell Scotty beam me up when it's cold out
Making sure there ain't no drought, turn me up so loud
Come and get high with me for the low down
Then Higher the rate and the pace with the way
That I put words together and mixed with the smoke that I blow out
Hold up, wait
And watch how I flip a single to a Grammy
And Give a million reasons to my granny
Making sure every hater understand me
Hold up wait
I'm blow out ya cerebellum, got some competition
But they scared to tell us that they gunna pull up
With a hundred weapons but all of y'all can get em cause
I'm Bouta get to the Guap
Maneuver the jug in the stock aye
Got em melting from the pot
So high I'm upper echelon aye
I'm bout to f*ck up the plot
Blowing the roof off the top aye
Keeping my mind out the box
Making more then a lot cause

I'm bouta get to the bands yuh
Filling my hands got me doing my dance yuh
No new friends, I gotta make some Ms
And do it again, cause I'm bout to get to the bands, get to the bands, get to the bands Aye