[Hook]
I had to get my bands up
My bands up
No I ain't yo mans, n*gga put yo hands up
Run it down, run it down
Aye
Run it down, we burn it down
Aye
I had to get my bands up
My bands up
No I ain’t yo mans, n*gga put yo hands up
Run it down, run it down
Aye
Run it down, we burn it down
Aye
[Verse 1]
I had to do this sh*t just for my n*ggas on that main sh*t
I can't f*ck wit y'all, no I can’t f*ck wit nothin basic
This ain't a 9-5, do you wanna ride
Ali really on a vibe, n*ggas stuck on all that lame sh*t
If he ain't down to kill or ride for you that ain't ya mans yet
You know I stay dry cause I can't drip get the bands wet
Hop up out my whip, I spend that sh*t and get it right back
21 and savage on these n*ggas, they don't like that
Goyard on my pants, yeah acne on my pants
Watch me do my dance yeah
Ali do yo dance
This a winter time killa motivated by the sunlight
Haters rollin in but they can't knock it if it's done right
They don’t feel it tho, I can’t never fold
Young n*gga Milly rock it wit the killa flow
Is you down to ride or is you not, n*gga face up
Gotta tell me now, I can't have pussies on my pay stub
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I had to plant the seed just to get my yams up
I had to knock him down just to get my bands up
Hold up, it’s a stick up n*gga put your hands up
If you got a gun, n*gga really blam somethin'
Oh we rollin' down, yeah we slidin' on them n*ggas
And we tryna make a milli, seven, eight figures
All my n*ggas rockin’, yeah you know that we them n*ggas
Rockin' wit my youngsta, yeah you know it's Frazier n*gga
They used to laugh at me, yeah I got talked about
Throw that bag at me, yeah you know I want it now
Yeah they mad at me, what the f*ck is that about?
Throw that pus*y at me baby, yeah I want it now
Had to get my bands up so I could have the crown
I'm at the top, they lookin' at me, yeah I'm lookin' down
Hunnit round drum and you know we love that sound
Doin' numbers on these n*ggas so he had to meet the pound
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Verse 3:
A hunnit mill til I see a box
On the other side with the mop
Everybody wanna be ya n*gga til its hot
Not on me, that's on God
We slappin' like a pimp on a hoe
Breathe it in slow
Wrist cold like it come from the snow
You ain't steppin' in, tell me who you know?
When the sun is low, tell me is you down to roll?
For my bros from the go
A lame n*gga gettin' tossed here
They ride clean but can't tell you what it cost here
A little floss for that sauce
b*tch besides K. Lamar, Ali the biggest boss here
That's for all you pussies dog, you been cattin'
I hit the sun and burn it down, ain't no lit matches
It's gon' take a lot to bring me down
In the zone I'm hittin' now, know that imma burn it down
Burn it down n*gga
[Hook]