makin bands

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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