Bandemic lyrics

[Intro]
Grah, grah, boom (A Lau on the beat)
Get Money
Bizzy, uh, look

[Verse 1]
Still up on the block (Still up on the what?)
Still got thirty shots, still got hella knots
They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah)
Uh, still'll bend a block, still'll make it hot
This sh*t ain't gon' stop (Facts)
Uh, f*ck on any thot
They let my shooter out the box
Yeah, you know Molly on the rock (What? Uh)
These n*ggas know we don't play
This sh*t no rap money
This designer weed and a bunch of SBAs
This be that trap money, get you slapped money
Got your b*tch all in my face (Woo)
I'm just stuck up in my ways
Wearing Gucci like it's J's
We ain't get no lemonade
I got shooters with me on court
Shootin' like they be up in the A
n*ggas with me wanted to be ball players
Now they rapping every day
Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze)
Now my spliff full of dead n*ggas
Leeky gon' smoke 'em to the face
Just a wild n*gga with some money now
Do a hit up out the Wraith
Uh, sticks, we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)
Ah, ah, yeah, that's cuz and them
Who them n*ggas? We don't f*ck with them
He jacking what? He a double ten
[Chorus]
We done spinned and did a bunch of sh*t
I can never say what's up to them
All the opp n*ggas, suck a di*k
b*tch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it

[Verse 2]
Glock on me, got a stance with it
Uh, so you know I can't dance
Dior shipment, got it coming from France
She wanna f*ck but she don't got a chance, like
Uh, I see these n*ggas tryna copy waves
You will get boxed for tryna come and fade
We call up Bite to get you out the way
He might say a joke, but he ain't tryna play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah)

[Chorus]
We done spinned and did a bunch of sh*t
I can never say what's up to them
All the opp n*ggas, suck a di*k
b*tch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty tryna put her hands in it