Go to Benihana's it reminds me how i flip the chicken
Gimme a minute with the bitch she already lickin
I needa medal and da trophy ion f*ck with ribbons
I told the bitch i was broke my niggas know i'm kidding
I hadda jump off the porch nigga and get it in
Im sorry momma you know i love you but this da life i live
It made me cringe when that bullet hit and rip his skin
When i count them bands i can't help it but to smile and grin
Niggas be hating that shit don't matter get yo bands up
Cause when we in the trap we using scales get em bagged up
I got da methods for da fee get yo scams up
And ion touch my wallet cause i love the way it adds up
All these dead presidents imma act up
Jansport send da check cause of all these bags i ran up
I got chips on the table how they stacked up
The only way you live if this glock getting jammed up
Shout out hundo thas my nigga he always keep his cool
But if a nigga tryna play me he gon deal with you
I can't eat with no nigga i ain't starve w
Dumbass nigga what makes you think i'm finna feast with you
Ion wanna talk bitch so juss gimme da guap
No roof on this benz bitch gimme me sum top
Nigga come and get yo bitch swear this shit outta hand
Cause once i bring the bread out all the birdies gon flock
Classic mcm bag
Yo mcm he a fag
I'm as happy as can be cause i'm getting a bag
I been sippin so much lean i think i need a new kidney
So in love w them blues and them all pink fifties
Broke boy getting mad
Cause ion b looking at tags
If i like it imma cop
And i ain't meaning to brag
I made my first 1 thousand nigga lookin up scams
My nigga hundo came up quick juss off selling them grams
Purple potion in my body man i swear its like magic
Talk down on da the mob watch that shit get tragic
I'm pouring mud counting blues turned that shit to a habit
I turn savage off a bean when i tote automatics
Nigga playing with my bag guess he tired of breathing
First she sucking then she f*ckin bitch and then you leaving
Up the road grip the pole niggas change like seasons
We from the mud so my niggas gotta act like demons
I was born in da trenches had to deal w it
Wock and da tech i aint copping with no seal with it
Perc got me numb ion feel with it
You aint holding shit if i know you wouldn't kill with it
Da winning team baby same niggas since the playground
She gaggin on this dick i told her stay down
I push her face down
Only want me cause im getting cake now
Ion even want the love allot shit is fake now ya dig
Juggmanlo$ - Get Yo Bands Up Freestyle Lyrics
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Go to Benihana's it reminds me how i flip the chicken
Gimme a minute with the bitch she already lickin
I needa medal and da trophy ion f*ck with ribbons
I told the bitch i was broke my niggas know i'm kidding
I hadda jump off the porch nigga and get it in
Im sorry momma you know i love you but this da life i live
It made me cringe when that bullet hit and rip his skin
When i count them bands i can't help it but to smile and grin
Niggas be hating that shit don't matter get yo bands up
Cause when we in the trap we using scales get em bagged up
I got da methods for da fee get yo scams up
And ion touch my wallet cause i love the way it adds up
All these dead presidents imma act up
Jansport send da check cause of all these bags i ran up
I got chips on the table how they stacked up
The only way you live if this glock getting jammed up
Shout out hundo thas my nigga he always keep his cool
But if a nigga tryna play me he gon deal with you
I can't eat with no nigga i ain't starve w
Dumbass nigga what makes you think i'm finna feast with you
Ion wanna talk bitch so juss gimme da guap
No roof on this benz bitch gimme me sum top
Nigga come and get yo bitch swear this shit outta hand
Cause once i bring the bread out all the birdies gon flock
Classic mcm bag
Yo mcm he a fag
I'm as happy as can be cause i'm getting a bag
I been sippin so much lean i think i need a new kidney
So in love w them blues and them all pink fifties
Broke boy getting mad
Cause ion b looking at tags
If i like it imma cop
And i ain't meaning to brag
I made my first 1 thousand nigga lookin up scams
My nigga hundo came up quick juss off selling them grams
Purple potion in my body man i swear its like magic
Talk down on da the mob watch that shit get tragic
I'm pouring mud counting blues turned that shit to a habit
I turn savage off a bean when i tote automatics
Nigga playing with my bag guess he tired of breathing
First she sucking then she f*ckin bitch and then you leaving
Up the road grip the pole niggas change like seasons
We from the mud so my niggas gotta act like demons
I was born in da trenches had to deal w it
Wock and da tech i aint copping with no seal with it
Perc got me numb ion feel with it
You aint holding shit if i know you wouldn't kill with it
Da winning team baby same niggas since the playground
She gaggin on this dick i told her stay down
I push her face down
Only want me cause im getting cake now
Ion even want the love allot shit is fake now ya dig
Gimme a minute with the bitch she already lickin
I needa medal and da trophy ion f*ck with ribbons
I told the bitch i was broke my niggas know i'm kidding
I hadda jump off the porch nigga and get it in
Im sorry momma you know i love you but this da life i live
It made me cringe when that bullet hit and rip his skin
When i count them bands i can't help it but to smile and grin
Niggas be hating that shit don't matter get yo bands up
Cause when we in the trap we using scales get em bagged up
I got da methods for da fee get yo scams up
And ion touch my wallet cause i love the way it adds up
All these dead presidents imma act up
Jansport send da check cause of all these bags i ran up
I got chips on the table how they stacked up
The only way you live if this glock getting jammed up
Shout out hundo thas my nigga he always keep his cool
But if a nigga tryna play me he gon deal with you
I can't eat with no nigga i ain't starve w
Dumbass nigga what makes you think i'm finna feast with you
Ion wanna talk bitch so juss gimme da guap
No roof on this benz bitch gimme me sum top
Nigga come and get yo bitch swear this shit outta hand
Cause once i bring the bread out all the birdies gon flock
Classic mcm bag
Yo mcm he a fag
I'm as happy as can be cause i'm getting a bag
I been sippin so much lean i think i need a new kidney
So in love w them blues and them all pink fifties
Broke boy getting mad
Cause ion b looking at tags
If i like it imma cop
And i ain't meaning to brag
I made my first 1 thousand nigga lookin up scams
My nigga hundo came up quick juss off selling them grams
Purple potion in my body man i swear its like magic
Talk down on da the mob watch that shit get tragic
I'm pouring mud counting blues turned that shit to a habit
I turn savage off a bean when i tote automatics
Nigga playing with my bag guess he tired of breathing
First she sucking then she f*ckin bitch and then you leaving
Up the road grip the pole niggas change like seasons
We from the mud so my niggas gotta act like demons
I was born in da trenches had to deal w it
Wock and da tech i aint copping with no seal with it
Perc got me numb ion feel with it
You aint holding shit if i know you wouldn't kill with it
Da winning team baby same niggas since the playground
She gaggin on this dick i told her stay down
I push her face down
Only want me cause im getting cake now
Ion even want the love allot shit is fake now ya dig
Writer: Carlos Bustamante
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