Armada lyrics

[Intro: XELA]
I'ma keep it on me
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (b*tch)
(Mighty Bruce Waynne)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (b*tch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (b*tch)
b*tch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this b*tch, we posted like a army

[Verse 1: Yung b*tch]
Your girl on my di*k, she gave me top, ayy
Pipe on my f*ckin' waist like a sawman
Why your girlfriend cheat 'cause she like me
I think I'm God, now you tryna be just like me
Swear to God, every woman screamin' pipe me
She ask me if I'm f*ckin' single, I say, "b*tch, I might be"
Twelve rings on and my chain shinin'
Tryna stash my f*ckin' chain and the things flyin'
Oh, oh, runnin' bands for your mans, ho
Tryna pop a check, tryna get my f*ckin' bread, ho
As a youngin', runnin' houses, what a mess, ho
I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I need bands, ho
[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (b*tch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (b*tch)
b*tch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this b*tch, we posted like a army

[Verse 2: Original God]
Shawty so bomb, I just might call her Hiroshima
And her waist's so thin, don't think there is someone to feed her now
Even last year, that wouldn't be something I'd say
But last week, I killed my morals, drowned her head inside the bay, yeah
What you say? Talkin' sh*t on Facebook, know you just a fake
Buy an FTP, then your favorite rapper thinks you lame
IDK, I don't even know what kind of songs to play
'Cause everything I drop these skinny waifus say, "That's f*cking flames"

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (b*tch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (b*tch)
b*tch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this b*tch, we posted like a army
[Verse 3: Swerzie]
Ayy, posted like a f*ckin' army, n*gga
All these rappers tryna harm me, n*gga
But I get the 'K, and let the Tommy hit 'em
b*tches f*ckin' while a n*gga lovin'
Ain't no time for the f*ckin' cuffin'
Yung b*tch with an old b*tch
Heard they stuntin' on us, but they know they bluffin'
f*ck the population, we on detonation
Blowin' uppin' nations, ain't no explanation
How we f*ckin' made it
Tell 'em to suck a di*k and die if they resolve to f*ckin' hatin'
Cut my wrist with my emo b*tch
Mix the blood in cappuccino sh*t
We need verses, I'm the free throw, bit'
'Cause a n*gga ballin' like chemo, b*tch

[Chorus: XELA]
Big bands (Big bands), I'ma keep it on me (Yup)
Ran off from the plug, he can't stop me (b*tch)
Got my team posted with me like Armada (Armada)
Re-up it for the free with my choppa (Boom-boom-boom)
If you ain't got a bag, why you talkin'? (b*tch)
b*tch, I always had a sack, ain't no option (Ain't no option)
Thot, thot, thot, your girlfriend's suckin' on me (Yeah)
Gang in this b*tch, we posted like a army