Y'all be really wit the shit
High key like soprano
That hate cap youse a fan tho
You really know that I'm the man tho
How you flaking on the plans tho
Cold shoulder wit the dandruff
Nigga talk bout what they ran up
F*ck the talkin put the bands up
Fresh dressed and I'm handsome
Got these bitches throwing tantrums
Swag more than they can handle
They know they f*cking wit a man tho
Get a bitch name Amanda
Tell that bitch to run ya pockets
Bring that shit back to me
Pop that pussy for a profit
Spitting verses like a prophet
Youse a novice Nigga stop it
Go back to sipping them bottles
Cause you dan ran outta options
Nigga be sending them threats
All day wit the gossip
It's Aii God got us
Ain't no body finna stop us
I be goin in
Put that on my kin
Nigga know the spot
Ion need a pin
Bar for bar you nigga know I'm finna win
Had to pull some strings
Like a violin
Jeremy Lin wit the shot
I don't need a f*ckin glock
Nigga fake youse a bot
I cant trust a f*cking thot
Apple bottom gimme top
Pop that bitch in my socks
Pop that bit then I drop
Turn that bitch to a op
Pop that bitch in my socks
Pop that bit then I drop
Apple bottom gimme top
Turn that bitch to a op
Y'all be really wit the shit
High key like soprano
That hate cap youse a fan tho
You really know that I'm the man tho
How you flaking on the plans tho
Cold shoulder wit the dandruff
Nigga talk bout what they ran up
F*ck the talkin put the bands up
Kid Evil - Bandz Up! Lyrics
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Y'all be really wit the shit
High key like soprano
That hate cap youse a fan tho
You really know that I'm the man tho
How you flaking on the plans tho
Cold shoulder wit the dandruff
Nigga talk bout what they ran up
F*ck the talkin put the bands up
Fresh dressed and I'm handsome
Got these bitches throwing tantrums
Swag more than they can handle
They know they f*cking wit a man tho
Get a bitch name Amanda
Tell that bitch to run ya pockets
Bring that shit back to me
Pop that pussy for a profit
Spitting verses like a prophet
Youse a novice Nigga stop it
Go back to sipping them bottles
Cause you dan ran outta options
Nigga be sending them threats
All day wit the gossip
It's Aii God got us
Ain't no body finna stop us
I be goin in
Put that on my kin
Nigga know the spot
Ion need a pin
Bar for bar you nigga know I'm finna win
Had to pull some strings
Like a violin
Jeremy Lin wit the shot
I don't need a f*ckin glock
Nigga fake youse a bot
I cant trust a f*cking thot
Apple bottom gimme top
Pop that bitch in my socks
Pop that bit then I drop
Turn that bitch to a op
Pop that bitch in my socks
Pop that bit then I drop
Apple bottom gimme top
Turn that bitch to a op
Y'all be really wit the shit
High key like soprano
That hate cap youse a fan tho
You really know that I'm the man tho
How you flaking on the plans tho
Cold shoulder wit the dandruff
Nigga talk bout what they ran up
F*ck the talkin put the bands up
High key like soprano
That hate cap youse a fan tho
You really know that I'm the man tho
How you flaking on the plans tho
Cold shoulder wit the dandruff
Nigga talk bout what they ran up
F*ck the talkin put the bands up
Fresh dressed and I'm handsome
Got these bitches throwing tantrums
Swag more than they can handle
They know they f*cking wit a man tho
Get a bitch name Amanda
Tell that bitch to run ya pockets
Bring that shit back to me
Pop that pussy for a profit
Spitting verses like a prophet
Youse a novice Nigga stop it
Go back to sipping them bottles
Cause you dan ran outta options
Nigga be sending them threats
All day wit the gossip
It's Aii God got us
Ain't no body finna stop us
I be goin in
Put that on my kin
Nigga know the spot
Ion need a pin
Bar for bar you nigga know I'm finna win
Had to pull some strings
Like a violin
Jeremy Lin wit the shot
I don't need a f*ckin glock
Nigga fake youse a bot
I cant trust a f*cking thot
Apple bottom gimme top
Pop that bitch in my socks
Pop that bit then I drop
Turn that bitch to a op
Pop that bitch in my socks
Pop that bit then I drop
Apple bottom gimme top
Turn that bitch to a op
Y'all be really wit the shit
High key like soprano
That hate cap youse a fan tho
You really know that I'm the man tho
How you flaking on the plans tho
Cold shoulder wit the dandruff
Nigga talk bout what they ran up
F*ck the talkin put the bands up
Writer: Christopher Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid