I'm a bandman

Countin bands man off the kickstand

Catch me in the trap with Tay-Kay fourty seven aye

Don't play with us new Draco for my weapon

Young Diego Money but call me the juugg man yuh

Neck all gold know we toting poles

Thirty with the red dot aim it at your nose

Look at my wrist

It'll leave you froze

We ain't smoking on no gram

I'm smoking out a bowl

One phone call and have my shooters at your throat

They don't want smoke

Know we love smoke

Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke

You can come to the hood if you want the dope

I shoot the K until that motherf**ker shake in smoke

These n***as talking n***as lame

These n***as going uh

I put that motherf**king k into his f**king throat

P***y won't make it home

Pop up out the cut

We get up witcha

Smoke him down like a damn swisher

F**k a thot cause I need my bands bigger

Thought she was a keeper but my mans hit her

Yea my mans hit her so I gotta switch her

Yea my mans hit her I let Blast switch her

Call up blast yea yea he's a a*s kicker

Call up Bay-Bay yea he's a class ditcher

Call a shooter yea I gotta Blast n***a

Gotta blast leave you in the past n***a

I was ditching class for the cash n***a

Ditchin' class

These n***as talking

But I'm on they a*s n***a

Can't get that money

Had to get it fast n***a

I didn't do no work

Just count that cash n***a

Always counting cash

I just count the cash

Run it up I always do the math (count)

Trying you know I'm stacking bands

Flippin' bands n***a