Bands up Video (MV)

Niggas worried bout these bitches, run these bands up
Niggas cryin' bout these bitches, need a man up
8 years old seen my uncle cook white tan like
Now I'm grown on my own, I'm the man, yeah

Can't believe my brody died, wished it jammed up
Gotta stay down till I bring the fam up
That nigga was s'posed to die, but his damn luck
Don't keep that back door open, leave it slam shut

Cause these young nigga slimed out
Nigga think I'm pussy, come and find out
Bro got four, five, I got the nine out
Let me show you somethin', blow your mind out

In a trap all night, it's just money countin
And I spend it how I like, don't need no accountin
Got the trap house boomin', got the speakers bouncin
If the cops hit the light, then we rerouting

If the cops hit the light, I'ma peel off
Yo bitch wanna spend the night to show her skills off
Take her out, and I won't
F*ck any bitch that I want
Not a need, she a want
(Not a need ,she a want)

I'm a skinny nigga, but my pockets hella chunky
Got a new bitch, she a teleport junkie
Pack touchdown, and you know a nigga funky
Why you worried about bitches nigga, you ain't got no money

Nigga's priorities f*cked up
Turn that s-r-t to a putt-putt
Have my young niggas hop out black truck
While I'm at home, counting bands up

Counting cake up, I don't care what I spend, nigga
On my cousins f*ck that talkin', I'm just tryna spin,nigga
Told the judge, free the guys, free him out that pen, nigga
Lil' pop just hit my phone, he said, free Ben, nigga

And you know what it is, man, it's free lol Jett
And I'm countin' dividends, I can flex a check
Man, this nigga like a pussy, I could get him wet
Nigga said, I can f*ck his bitch, nigga, that's a bet

Niggas worry about these bitches, run these bands up
Niggas cryin' bout these bitches, need a man up
At your show, see my uncle cook white tan up
Now I'm growin' on my own, I'm the man, yeah

Can't believe my brody died when she jammed up
Gotta stay down till I bring the fam up
That nigga was supposed to die, but it's damn blunt
Don't keep that back door open, leave your slam shut

Like Alicia, got the keys, see the future like Ciara
There ain't no bitch I need, you can't love me like Tiara
Got bitches on their knees, and they comin' by the pair
Bust down to a T, Jayla B on the hair

Hop On a plane, take a trip to the raq , huh
Take a nigga bitch, give her dick, give her back, huh
Elijah , that's my brother locked in, got my back,
Chef boyardee, how I'm in the trap, huh