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trdee - lotta bands lyrics

[intro: trdee]
b+tch
i feel like bandamont ’cause i get bands a lot
hm, b+tch

[verse 1: trdee]
i feel like bandamont ’cause i get bands a lot
slid down around 4 a.m., brodie scared the block
i’m applyin’ pressure all year, don’t even tell me stop
turn around and saw who stabbed my back, i was really shocked (d+mn)
i’m lyin’, i expected that
wait ’til we catch you, game over, you can’t run it back
i don’t really think he catchin’ bodies, he got a f+nny pack
b+tch let me grab it when we in public ’cause it’s really fat
let me know it’s smoke, we turn this b+tch to the house of dame
b+tch sent your lo’ when y’all was f+ckin’, told my n+ggas flame
stick to what you do, don’t let these n+ggas tell you that you can’t
had to cut my sneaky link off ’cause her p+ssy stink
say she came fish filet
why my name in they mouth? i think these n+ggas g+y
we can chill whenever you want but you can’t be my bae
only if you treat me like i’m simon, do just what i say
bullets turn a [?] head n+gga into chico bean
baby let me slam dunkin’ like i’m zach lavine
i’m goin’ out like tony, stayin’ with my team
get the crazy odds, bobby portis when i see that green
i don’t take her out ’cause she always tryna cause a scene
thumbin’ through some hundreds, baby, i’m just blowin’ off some steam
d+ck got her hooked, gave her the kareem
speakin’ of a hook, if they ask, i don’t know a thing
got a lot of chicken, come and get a wing
made her hit a note, she can’t even sing
b+tch, i’m one of one, treat me like a king
i ain’t finna go back and forth, i am not a swing
zaza got her eyes low like she jackie chan
unc’ pourin’ in a sprite, he like the way it blend
took a l a couple times, but no, not again
you can never leave without a strap, the type of war i’m in
b+tch
you can never leave without a strap, the type of war i’m in
b+tch
[interlude: ak bandamont]
you ain’t never punched no phones, come and get a bin
ha, yeah
ak bandamont, n+gga
i get bands a lot, n+gga
you know that

[verse 2: ak bandamont]
i told bro hit it with the fetty, we can eat faster
this n+gga tried to run off on me but the heat faster
i was gon’ shop with my lil’ cuz but his weed wacker
i’m finna cut a n+gga grass with a weed whacker
i tried to stuff a b+tch up [?] her bricks, she got a weak bladder
my dog submittin’ pints from wisconsin, he a green packer
oh, you ain’t get the sh+t i said? he be green packin’
i done popped like fifty pills a week, i gotta rehab it
i just bought a b+tch a booty lift, now her cheeks fatter
i’m finna bust in this b+tch gut, so i don’t need a magnum
her n+gga mad he keep callin’ her phone like you need to answer
i’ve been steppin’ on that dog, now i need a banner
this n+gga said he need a lil’ ki’, i’m finna hit atlanta
i’m made k!llin’ off that hannah but i had to tan it
you might not listen to my raps ’cause you don’t understand ’em
i done jugged a white b+tch, she finna buy a planet
when i caught them n+ggas out, they did not stand it
when i made the soda lock, it was outstandin’
i blew the crib up with dope pots, now the house landin’
i done struck the whole block up, now the house jammin’
this b+tch starin’ in my soul, i’m finna come cram it
she was mad i dropped a four of purp’, she was so karen
i know a n+gga with the birds, that’s a [?]
b+tch, we ain’t post up in the ‘burbs, we got a house there
i told the n+gga, “say another word, you get dropped there”
if dog ain’t never shot sh+t, he lettin’ out air
i catch a n+gga breakin’ in my trap, i’m lettin’ out a bear
i got tired of my beam, it got a lot of flare
i can’t give this b+tch the d+ck, she got a lot of hair
i walk inside the bank, left with a dub, seen a lot of stares
i’m just tryna make it out, it got a lot of stairs

- trdee lyrics

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