Band Master lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
AK Bandamont, n*gga, I get bands a lot, n*gga, you know that
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1]
This n*gga ran up ten robbin' n*ggas with a Glock 9
You n*ggas tryna ride the wave, you better stop trying
I look left and right, one in the head at every stop sign
I'm finna flood you n*ggas' hood because y'all spot dry
b*tch, I been band havin'
Your dog going on thirty, ain't seen twenty, why your mans rappin'?
I ran up two bands five times this week and got a band platter
b*tch thought I was mean, baby, come meet me, be my fan after

[Chrous]
I never met no bad b*tch and can't I have her
sh*t, be my fan after
My roll too big to thumb through fast, my n*gga, you n*ggas fan faster
Catch me runnin' through y'all stash with a big MAC, dog, I'm a band master
I never met no bad b*tch and can't I have her
sh*t, come be my fan after
My roll too big to thumb through fast, my n*gga, you n*ggas fan faster
I'm runnin' through your stash with a big MAC, dog, I'm a band master

[Verse 2]
I planned this sh*t, give me a year, I need a grey Phantom
Your dog been selling blood to get high off, go get your mans plasma
I was in the house sendin' at a weird angle and hit him diagonal
He hit the ground, the bullet hit his chest, he screamed, "I got asthma"
My dog pulled up in a Supercharged look like a Skylander
I sent shots at the opps, but missed 'em all, but hit a bystander
They locked me up and they said AK was there, somebody might change
They show me love now everywhere I go, somebody might panic
I just met this bad lil' foreign, I'm finna try Spanish
I put her on the road, said, "f*ck your family," now her life damaged
I keep that big b*tch on me, I hit the trap and pulled out nine cannons
Twenty-five trap spots across the nation, somethin' I might manage
I meant by, I was weed dealin'
Now I run the spots, bands hit my phone while I'm sleep, chillin'
I woke up out the blue, go make a thousand, then go to sleep with it
I'ma cop the 'Cat and burnout 'til its flat like a steam engine
[Chrous]
I never met no bad b*tch and can't I have her
sh*t, come be my fan after
My roll too big to thumb through fast, my n*gga, that's why you fan faster
I'm runnin' through your stash with a big MAC, dog, I'm a band master
I never met no bad b*tch and can't I have her
sh*t, come be my fan after
My roll too big to thumb through fast, my n*gga, that's why you fan faster
I'm runnin' through your stash with a big MAC, dog, I'm a band master

[Verse 3]
I got a stash of blues at least a dub, but I don't be Crippin'
But I roll up on you with sixty shots in my clip and now his feet kickin'
Soon as I get that big bag off, I give her three wishes
One of them gon' come true before the mornin', come see how livin'
sh*t, I give her three wishes
Uh, come see how we livin'
I put half a slab on a big press, I'm finna deep-dish it
If my b*tch find out I hit her sis, it might just be tension