Off The Wall lyrics

[Intro: Kai Bandz]
Bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my—
Ayy, huh

[Chorus: Kai Bandz]
Huh, bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my dog, he damn near ran on me
It's all good, this dog sh*t mean it's bands on me
Huh, could show a ten-ball, huh, twenty-ball
Huh, thirty-ball, and a fifty-ball, huh
I can skip the forty, n*gga, 'cause it's in my drawers, huh
These some Off-White kicks, these ain't Off The Wall

[Verse 1: Kai Bandz]
Roll a white paper, sip some juice, it's gon' get me loose
Just crashed a V8 in Clyde's name, it was a rental too
Done blew through a birdie in three months, now I'm a bigger dude
Been steppin' all week in high fashion, I need some bigger shoes
Top shotta, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Hit the road, I just drove some miles for these blues
Me versus you? She'll choose, I bet you lose
I ain't even try to walk this beat, tried to play it cool
Don't turn me down in this b*tch, turn me up, huh
Yeah, I was down back then, but now I'm up, huh
Dreamed about the Benz and the Bentley truck
Now I'm in a foreign and the seats is f*cked
Stay in your lane, lil' n*gga, you might crash
I just smoke, sit back, and get a bag
Huh, been gettin' money (Okay, I did that)
Huh, these bands keep comin' (I know, I get that)
Huh, walk up in this b*tch like, "How you doin'?"
Soon as I walk up in this b*tch, they get influenced
If I showed you how to ball, it's up to you to go and do it
I don't even try to do it, I just make get money music, huh
But they been knew that, though, that's my slogan
Skinny n*gga, pockets buff as Hulk Hogan
And this sh*t still serious like Joker, but I ain't jokin'
I swear these bands keep pokin' or it's the stick that I'm totin'?
[Chorus: Kai Bandz]
Huh, bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my dog, he damn near ran on me
It's all good, this dog sh*t mean it's bands on me
Huh, could show a ten-ball, huh, twenty-ball
Huh, thirty-ball, and a fifty-ball, huh
I can skip the forty, n*gga, 'cause it's in my drawers, huh
These some Off-White kicks, these ain't Off The Wall

[Verse 2: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, don't you see me in these Prada kicks? These ain't no f*ckin' Yeezys
Wanna meet and greet the Boutabag n*gga? Pay to see me
I see your b*tch in my face, but she don't get no freebie
Want my attention, baby girl, say, "DB, bleed me"
I just need some klocks and a b*tch who eat di*k like Reese's
Ever since I got that bag on me, b*tches actin' freaky
b*tch, I could show a dub or I could throw a dub
Probably in the club, b*tch, and we off these drugs
Got too many diamonds on my body, n*gga, watch your mug
We in Cali, so I know some Crip n*ggas and I know some Bloods
Approach me with some new feets and some new cleats
We could do the foreign whips, b*tch, and the SRTs
I'm in LaLa Land, ballin' with your b*tch like I'm CP3
She don't want that lame-ass n*gga, yeah, she want DB
I'm in my bag, but I'll still hit the road with the B's and P's
And wears Gucci all moods, she checkin' in with the M-O-B
She ain't around, but you hold your b*tch down, n*gga, P-O-P
And all that N-O gang sh*t got you lookin' like a C-O-P (Like a cop)
[Chorus: Kai Bandz]
Huh, bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my dog, he damn near ran on me
It's all good, this dog sh*t mean it's bands on me
Huh, could show a ten-ball, huh, twenty-ball
Huh, thirty-ball, and a fifty-ball, huh
I can skip the forty, n*gga, 'cause it's in my drawers, huh
These some Off-White kicks, these ain't Off The Wall