Mr. D.C.T. Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro - Bandmanrill]
Ha-ha
It's the f*ckin' Bandman, you heard?
Ha-ha
Aye, look
Hold on, look, wait
Hold on, look, wait
Mr. Don't-Cuff-That, you heard?
You know how this sh*t go
Aye

[Verse 1 - Bandmanrill]
Hold on, wait, baby girl, it's the Bandman
Come and take you a ride to the band land
Give you this di*k, make you c*m out your sweat lands
Love when it slippin' and slide, feel like wetland
Hah
Let me stop talkin' macky
f*ck all the lust, I just want to make you happy
Love when you play in my hair, call it nappy
Them n*ggas you f*ckin' be givin' me wacky, wait
They hatin' on me got vendettas, uh
Put my trust in this Beretta
n*ggas be talkin', they hatin' I let 'em
'Cause I really know if I wanted, could wet 'em, ayе
Ask about me, I'm that n*ggas
Me? I be chillin' whilе gang pullin' triggers
Tryna get mama a house and some figures
I know the gold comin', I'm really a digger
[Verse 2 - Maiya The Don]
Competition? They givin' me nada
I'ma wetty when I'm off the casa
Magic tricks on the uh, I'm like tada
My bookie like it when I call him dada
Just popped out, who poppin' like me?
Savage X Fenty checks, who's pockets like me?
Labels on my ass, who got options like me?
Big AMG, who park it like me?
Seven figures off of TikTok, that's a Richard Mill
Catch steak, eatin' Richard Mills
Can't name a b*tch that's a bigger deal
I get bands man, get my bread, for real
Got my own parkin' spot in Saks, uh
Bag addict, I pop tags, yeah
All of these n*ggas I be steppin' on
I might treat his face like a Peleton