Lotta Bands lyrics

[Intro: TrDee]
b*tch
I feel like Bandamont 'cause I get bands a lot
Hm, b*tch

[Verse 1: TrDee]
I feel like Bandamont ’cause I get bands a lot
Slid down around 4 a.m., Brodie scared the block
I'm applyin' pressure all year, don’t even tell me stop
Turn around and saw who stabbed my back, I was really shocked (Damn)
I'm lyin', I expected that
Wait 'til we catch you, game over, you can't run it back
I don't really think he catchin' bodies, he got a fanny pack
b*tch let me grab it when we in public 'cause it’s really fat
Let me know it’s smoke, we turn this b*tch into the House of Dank
b*tch sent your lo' when y’all was f*ckin', told my n*ggas flame
Stick to what you do, don't let these n*ggas tell you that you can't
Had to cut my sneaky link off ’cause her pus*y stink
Say she came fish filet
Why my name in they mouth? I think these n*ggas gay
We can chill whenever you want but you can't be my bae
Only if you treat me like I'm Simon, do just what I say
Bullets turn a dreadhead n*gga into Chico Bean
Baby let me slam dunkin' like I'm Zach LaVine
I'm goin' out like Tony, stayin' with my team
Get the crazy odds, Bobby Portis when I see that green
I don't take her out 'cause she always tryna cause a scene
Thumbin' through some hundreds, baby, I'm just blowin' off some steam
di*k got her hooked, gave her the Kareem
Speakin' of a hook, if they ask, I don't know a thing
Got a lot of chicken, come and get a wing
Made her hit a note, she can't even sing
b*tch, I'm one of one, treat me like a king
I ain't finna go back and forth, I am not a swing
Zaza got her eyes low like she Jackie Chan
Unc' pourin' in a Sprite, he like the way it blend
Took a L a couple times, but no, not again
You can never leave without a strap, the type of world I'm in
b*tch
You can never leave without a strap, the type of world I'm in
b*tch
[Interlude: AK Bandamont]
You ain't never punched no phones, come and get a BIN
Ha, yeah
AK Bandamont, n*gga
I get bands a lot, n*gga
You know that

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
I told bro hit it with the fetty, we can eat faster
This n*gga tried to run off on me, but the heat faster
I was gon' shop with my lil' cuz, but his weed wacker
I'm finna cut a n*gga grass with a weed whacker
I tried to stuff a b*tch up with a brick, she got a weak bladder
My dog send me the pints from Wisconsin, he a Green Packer
Oh, you ain't get the sh*t I said? He be green packin'
I done popped like fifty pills a week, I gotta rehab it
I just bought a b*tch a booty lift, now her cheeks fatter
I'm finna bust in this b*tch gut, so I don't need a Magnum
Her n*gga mad, he keep callin' her phone like you need to answer
I've been steppin' on that dog, now I need a banner
This n*gga said he need a lil' ki', I'm finna hit Atlanta
I'm made killin' off that Hannah, but I had to tan it
You might not listen to my raps 'cause you don't understand 'em
I done jugged a white b*tch, she finna buy a planet
When I caught them n*ggas out, they did not stand it
When I made the soda lock, it was outstandin'
I blew the crib up with dope pots, now the house landin'
I done struck the whole block up, now the house jammin'
This b*tch starin' in my soul, I'm finna come cram it
She was mad I dropped a four of purp', she was so Karen
I know a n*gga with them birds, that's a house parrot
b*tch, we ain't post up in the 'burbs, we got a house there
I told the n*gga, "Say another word, you get dropped there"
If dog ain't never shot sh*t, he lettin' out air
I catch a n*gga breakin' in my trap, I'm lettin' out a bear
I got tired of my beam, it got a lot of flare
I can't give this b*tch the di*k, she got a lot of hair
I walk inside the bank, left with a dub, seen a lot of stares
I'm just tryna make it out, it got a lot of stairs