I’m makin’ bands, I’m makin’ bands Nigga you ain’t touchin’ paper we ain’t shakin’ hands You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans I’m makin’ bands, I’m makin’ bands Nigga you ain’t touchin’ paper we ain’t shakin’ hands You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
Makin’ some noise just like the ambulance I put them g’s on niggas head just like it’s Pakistan My team been ballin’ since the 80’s like Los Angeles Rams My pack touched down way in St. Louis, send them all these grams I started off beefin’ wit choppa’s now I need a lamb Bitch I’m greedy ’bout my dollas so I’m goin’ ham If you ain’t gon’ sell no drugs then homie we ain’t friends Flew one dozen turtle doves inside a Dodge Ram, and they get jammed Might trap some shells, they’ll wet you up like clams You know I bang with Wu-Tang just like the fuckin’ clan, no method man If you ain’t got that paper why you pussies playin’? Boy yo’ life is very plain but me I had a plan I’m finna go and hit a trap out of a sprinter van I never bend around JC but know the My lil’ hook is poppin’ beezy got ’em jigglin’ My lil’ hook is poppin’ beezy got ’em jigglin’, cuz I’m a pimp
I’m makin’ bands, I’m makin’ bands Nigga you ain’t touchin’ paper we ain’t shakin’ hands You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans I’m makin’ bands, I’m makin’ bands Nigga you ain’t touchin’ paper we ain’t shakin’ hands You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
I got bitches in the trenches I got chickens in the kitchen I got 50 in my britches I can get it out these bitches I can [?] whippin’ Watch me grow it watch me clip it Watch me order it and ship it Watch me vacuum seal and zip it Zip it, zip it, never snitch it Designer stitchin’ by my zippers Cali nigga, LA Clippers In Atlanta with some strippers She gon’ fuck her friend and kiss her When I’m gone she sendin’ pictures She get lit of all the liquor She gon’ rob me like a [?] She gon’ buy me that new Fisker If she like me I could pimp her Give her pointers when I’m with her That’s the only time I tip her Baby told me in September When I get out in November She’ll be pregnant by December I say it’s a wrap by Christmas It’s green like the Grinch’s shit Green Bay Packers clenchin’ shit Partaking no licks and shit Bang, bang, bang, no witnesses Flexin’ all my business, shit Tattoos on my face and shit Whatchu’ gon’ do when you get old? Jewelry on my dentures bitch
I’m makin’ bands, I’m makin’ bands Nigga you ain’t touchin’ paper we ain’t shakin’ hands You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans I’m makin’ bands, I’m makin’ bands Nigga you ain’t touchin’ paper we ain’t shakin’ hands You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans