Bandz
Deep Green
GENRE
[Hook]
I just wanna make grands and then wrap these grands in bands
I'm always on the move, I can't sit still, I've got ants in pants
No time to stand and glance, hitting up shots, doing hand-to-hand
Everything that I own I got on my own, can't thank my fans
This chain so big, it gon' swing like orangutan
My nigga just called with good news
Got me doing some random skank
I give her that D, now she's talking bout we like man's in France
I've got food in Transit vans
That I've gotta break down and slang in grams
[Verse 1]
Came through looking all lit, I drip, drip and I drip
Same old shit, just a different toilet
Take no treks, I ain't giving no ticks
Been customising my kicks
Can't run in my shoes cah them creps won't fit
Only focusing on myself
I don't know about them, I don't know about him
Like they don't wanna see me win
Frown on their face when thеy see me grin
Back then I ain't have no whip
Only wheels that I pushеd was a wheelie bin
I'm a T boy, no PG Tips
Got the reload so I need more cling
Tryna change my life so it's free from sin
But the bando's what I'm really in
In the trap, that's oil in water
Hella steam from the boiling water
Take time when you're adding that carb
If you drop too much you're gon' boil it over
And I don't wanna spoil this order
Only thing I'm down to spoil is spoil my son and spoil my daughter
[Hook]
I just wanna make grands and then wrap these grands in bands
I'm always on the move, I can't sit still, I've got ants in pants
No time to stand and glance, hitting up shots, doing hand-to-hand
Everything that I own I got on my own, can't thank my fans
This chain so big, it gon' swing like orangutan
My nigga just called with good news
Got me doing some random skank
I give her that D, now she's talking bout we like man's in France
I've got food in Transit vans
That I've gotta break down and slang in grams
[Verse 2]
Got police coming up behind us
Buss a left then right then fly
Cause I know they be talking bout strip search
Pricks, they be stressing out my life
Tryna make man squat like they wanna see me exercise my thighs
I'd rather not, I'm tryna exercise my rights
I ain't no violent person
But if you disrespect then the glide is certain
Put you in my sights, I'm purging
Other than that, no time for the bullshit
Nitties on my line need serving
I'm tryna get mine in person
I ain't need no runners for three, four summers
They said I had the finest service
Cats say that it's excellent
But my fans say that I'm negligent
Cah I spent too much time in the trap
And not in the booth like the rest of 'em
Got 'em waiting on my testament
Really out here and it's evident
Feds all up in my residence
For the evidence, there's no elegance
[Hook]
Let me make grands and then wrap these grands in bands
I'm always on the move, I can't sit still, I've got ants in pants
No time to stand and glance, hitting up shots, doing hand-to-hand
Everything that I own I got on my own, can't thank my fans
This chain so big, it gon' swing like orangutan
My nigga just called with good news
Got me doing some random skank
I give her that D, now she's talking bout we like man's in France
I've got food in Transit vans
That I've gotta break down and slang in grams
I just wanna make grands and then wrap these grands in bands
I'm always on the move, I can't sit still, I've got ants in pants
No time to stand and glance, hitting up shots, doing hand-to-hand
Everything that I own I got on my own, can't thank my fans
This chain so big, it gon' swing like orangutan
My nigga just called with good news
Got me doing some random skank
I give her that D, now she's talking bout we like man's in France
I've got food in Transit vans
That I've gotta break down and slang in grams
[Verse 1]
Came through looking all lit, I drip, drip and I drip
Same old shit, just a different toilet
Take no treks, I ain't giving no ticks
Been customising my kicks
Can't run in my shoes cah them creps won't fit
Only focusing on myself
I don't know about them, I don't know about him
Like they don't wanna see me win
Frown on their face when thеy see me grin
Back then I ain't have no whip
Only wheels that I pushеd was a wheelie bin
I'm a T boy, no PG Tips
Got the reload so I need more cling
Tryna change my life so it's free from sin
But the bando's what I'm really in
In the trap, that's oil in water
Hella steam from the boiling water
Take time when you're adding that carb
If you drop too much you're gon' boil it over
And I don't wanna spoil this order
Only thing I'm down to spoil is spoil my son and spoil my daughter
[Hook]
I just wanna make grands and then wrap these grands in bands
I'm always on the move, I can't sit still, I've got ants in pants
No time to stand and glance, hitting up shots, doing hand-to-hand
Everything that I own I got on my own, can't thank my fans
This chain so big, it gon' swing like orangutan
My nigga just called with good news
Got me doing some random skank
I give her that D, now she's talking bout we like man's in France
I've got food in Transit vans
That I've gotta break down and slang in grams
[Verse 2]
Got police coming up behind us
Buss a left then right then fly
Cause I know they be talking bout strip search
Pricks, they be stressing out my life
Tryna make man squat like they wanna see me exercise my thighs
I'd rather not, I'm tryna exercise my rights
I ain't no violent person
But if you disrespect then the glide is certain
Put you in my sights, I'm purging
Other than that, no time for the bullshit
Nitties on my line need serving
I'm tryna get mine in person
I ain't need no runners for three, four summers
They said I had the finest service
Cats say that it's excellent
But my fans say that I'm negligent
Cah I spent too much time in the trap
And not in the booth like the rest of 'em
Got 'em waiting on my testament
Really out here and it's evident
Feds all up in my residence
For the evidence, there's no elegance
[Hook]
Let me make grands and then wrap these grands in bands
I'm always on the move, I can't sit still, I've got ants in pants
No time to stand and glance, hitting up shots, doing hand-to-hand
Everything that I own I got on my own, can't thank my fans
This chain so big, it gon' swing like orangutan
My nigga just called with good news
Got me doing some random skank
I give her that D, now she's talking bout we like man's in France
I've got food in Transit vans
That I've gotta break down and slang in grams
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