Couple Bands lyrics

Yea hannin wit it love bird I don’t know your name miss
I ain’t tryna stab so never mind what your age is
I ain’t worried bout them gooey n*ggas that you came with
Cuz blood sophisticated like the b*tches that you hang with
Late on your payment late when you pay rent
You can’t even squeeze a buck out the dude you stay with
Back to the basics or back to your mama’s spot
You really tryna exercise your twat then I got a spot
Name a car you tryna cop get it in a month’s top
Used to work the black top now I work a laptop
Boppin like a trap spot in and out the home stash
She wanna go shopping you ain't put a n*gga on yet
Couple bands on deck boing on a b*tch
I don’t work at KFC yea boy that’s on a b*tch
Couplе bands on deck boing on a b*tch
I don’t work at KFC yea boy that’s on a b*tch

I don’t wanna do this I don’t wanna do sh*t
I don’t wanna write a f*cking song that I can't groovе with
I just wanna f*ck a b*tch I just wanna mac a hoe
I just wanna knock yo ass down like dominos
We don’t give a f*ck about our opposition
Cuz we know secretly they wanna be in our position
I’m so boots on the ground bustin in the lobby
You a suit that’s in an office sippin on some coffee
I’m nothing nice and hella spicy you sweet like toffee
You should tell your b*tch to go and wean herself off me
If you don’t like witnessing success you should block me
Tryna block a playa goal y'all should play hockey
Ya’ll gonna make me make a scene and leave a f*cking body
Then turn up at the party in the hills where I steal
A b*tches f*cking dreams and leave her in nothing but her heels
And who's to say this song won't make a b*tch get in her feels
Country boy Bren got rapping skills for real
They tell me I should chill but I’m hyped so what’s the deal
They tell me I should chill but I’m hyped so what’s the deal
They tell me I should chill but I’m hyped so what’s the deal
They tell me I should chill ha ha ha ha ha
Couple bands on deck boing on a b*tch
I don’t work at KFC yea boy that’s on a b*tch
Couple bands on deck boing on a b*tch
I don’t work at KFC yea boy that’s on a b*tch
Couple bands on deck boing on a b*tch
I don’t work at KFC yea boy that’s on a b*tch

This BLM sh*t got me raising my fist
I’m tagging George’s name and screaming f*ck the pigs
This BLM sh*t got me raising my fist

Couple bands on deck
Couple bands on deck
I got a couple bands on deck
Couple bands on me
Couple bands on deck
I got a
I got a couple bands on deck