Slick Nick Da Nephew - Fuck Up Bands Lyrics

F*ck up some bands on my wrist real quick
F*ck up some bands on ya bitch real quick
F*ck up some bands on my whip real quick
I f*ck up bands til my fit real slick
F*ck up bands, f*ck up bands
F*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands
I came through with the crew
To f*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands

Pop a pill and can't stand straight
Man, I feel damn great
Greet you with a handshake
Then get up out my damn face
Weed tray look like landscape
I'm smoking on blueberry pancakes
Shout out to my fan base
You the reason why these bands break
One two three four five six seven
I just got a brand new weapon
Eight nine ten eleven
Choppas at you with extension
Always get hoes chasing money
But you'll never get the bag chasing honeys
Yeah I got the bag, can't take it from me
I am not one you can take for dummy
European and Asian money
I sit back like, ain't it funny
I came up broke, saving money
Now this shit a game, I play with money

F*ck up some bands on my wrist real quick
F*ck up some bands on ya bitch real quick
F*ck up some bands on my whip real quick
I f*ck up bands til my fit real slick
F*ck up bands, f*ck up bands
F*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands
I came through with the crew
To f*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands

Like a lil bitch with some vans on
Twerking that ass to a dance song
Shawty wanna take her pants off
I guess she know my bands long
Pussy boy keep yo hands off
I'm bout to score that's a hand off
Show up in a fresh pair of Randolph
Pussy ass don't want stand off
Trust me bitch I plan to
Ya already know my squad too tough
Yo bitch looking ran through
Can't f*ck with her if she talk too much
All my f*cking bands blue
Light one up to spark two blunts
All my shit is brand new
All from stores that I walk through once

F*ck up some bands on my wrist real quick
F*ck up some bands on ya bitch real quick
F*ck up some bands on my whip real quick
I f*ck up bands til my fit real slick
F*ck up bands, f*ck up bands
F*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands
I came through with the crew
To f*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands

Got no time for a wack watch
Bust down Rollie or it ain't shit
Big ass face like padlock
Ain't gotta save ain't patient
Got it in the bag like crack rocks
I'm on drugs and slanging
I spit dirty like backwash
All my records banging
Sipping Jameson by the barrel
Bitch wanna suck, cuz my apparel
I know she will, I call her Ferrell
Shit's too easy, I think I'm Gerald
Telling your girl, come to land
I'll turn her into my number one fan
I'm tryna get some her like jam
If I can't I wonder who can

F*ck up some bands on my wrist real quick
F*ck up some bands on ya bitch real quick
F*ck up some bands on my whip real quick
I f*ck up bands til my fit real slick
F*ck up bands, f*ck up bands
F*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands
I came through with the crew
To f*ck up f*ck up f*ck up bands