FlockStreetDell - Bands Secured Lyrics

She all on my dick so ima hit decline
Why bitches on my time
In the trap bout to lose my mind
Ain't trapping no nicks I'm trapping these dime
Get out the way I'm on my grind
Rollie on my waist that's all on my mind
Shining in my face I can't tell the time

You niggas talking to the jakes
You niggas acting real fake
Ima leave u on ya ass if u act like a snake
I'm trying to get to these bands and tell my niggas go on a race
Cause I fell in love wit a bag a lotta hunds blueface
I be getting real saucie tell my last bitch she just lost me
If u niggas ever cross me I swear to god Ima off em
Steph Curry Ima cross em tell ya bitch back off me
These niggas tryna off me spinner the block and he lost me
The block really on some shit
Wanna see my niggas get rich
But they wanna run up some licks
Draco's, Choppers and sticks
Ain't see my niggas in a grip
One fault move you getting hit
Cause i be posted on the strip
Glock on my hip
Ready to let that shit rip
Throw the choppers in the Maxima
Talking shit you better back it up
this money i have to add it up
On the block we move fast as f*ck
Talking crazy we gon clap at em
Flock street ducking no action bruh
F*ck the ops yall be lacking bruh