BANDS! lyrics

[Intro]
(I—I, b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Got—got, b*tch, I—b*tch, I—b*tch, I got my bands up
I—I, b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Got—got, b*tch, I—)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Wallet gettin' bigger, need a belt to keep the pants up
Pop a couple .9s up at his feet, now he a dancer
pus*y postin' pics like it’s an evo just a lancer
b*tch, I got the magic, b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Wallet gettin' bigger, need a belt to keep pants up
Pop a couple .9s up at his feet, now he a dancer
pus*y postin' pics like it’s an evo just a lancer
b*tch, I got the magic, come and see the necromancer

[Verse 1]
I-I-I’ma light a church up, liquor in my cup, uh
b*tch, you got me f*cked up, steady with the pump, yuh
Click-clack, blow, nuke-town or the slums
Typin' in the comments, like a bunch of f*ckin' bums
Think I’m 'bout done with these muthaf*ckas
Everybody really wanna be thе one to talk that sh*t
Ain’t nobody really wanna do it in the samе room
Guess I better be the one to walk that sh*t
Get, get up out the goddy with a shotty
Everybody really gonna wanna put the f*ckin' hands up quick
Gimme, gimme, gimme the cash
I’m boutta pull up on a mothaf*cka comin' for the brand new whip
[Chorus]
b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Wallet gettin' bigger, need a belt to keep the pants up
Pop a couple .9s up at his feet, now he a dancer
pus*y postin' pics like it’s an evo just a lancer
b*tch, I got the magic, b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Wallet gettin' bigger, need a belt to keep pants up
Pop a couple .9s up at his feet, now he a dancer
pus*y postin' pics like it’s an evo just a lancer
b*tch, I got the magic, come and see the necromancer

[Verse 2]
Think I be goin' insane
b*tch, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
Flow is intangible, we ain’t the same
Feel like I’m Voldemort, don’t say my name
I just be doublin' down on the fact that this sh*t is too easy
That’s why I can make what I make
Keep me locked up, 'cause if I’m gettin' buck
Then you know I be takin' up over the space
Spin that boy, like a Beyblade
‘Other way, mane, I don’t wanna be the next to the grave, say
Hypothetical enemies with an AK
Run up on a mothaf*cka, but he keep the blade safe
Ayy, and I’m back with a bang
Pull up that pin, b*tch, get out the way
Ain’t a damn thing change, when I made a bag
Just a couple of cars and I'ma never look back
[Chorus]
b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Wallet gettin' bigger, need a belt to keep the pants up
Pop a couple .9s up at his feet, now he a dancer
pus*y postin' pics like it’s an evo just a lancer
b*tch, I got the magic, b*tch, I got my f*ckin' bags up
Wallet gettin' bigger, need a belt to keep pants up
Pop a couple .9s up at his feet, now he a dancer
pus*y postin' pics like it’s an evo just a lancer
b*tch, I got the magic, come and see the necromancer