I Got Bands - Stitches

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I’m the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I’m the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

Fuck a friend, I’d rather keep makin' these bands

Evil thoughts every time I got that choppa in my hand

In love with dope, you know I’m married to the coke

When you plugged in with the cartel your work gon' come straight off a boat

One day I was broke

In a week I got rich, Papi fronted me bricks

I was breakin' the rules, I ain’t pay him back, homie

I hid a lick and I ain’t give a shit

Ain’t no fear in my heart, I’m a stupid child

Mama kicked me out, I was too wild

Next day I moved to my penthouse

They won’t brush me off, I’m the man, now

You need a favor, you was a hater

Now you’re tryna borrow some of my paper

You need a favor, you was a hater

Heard you told a bitch I was a player

I’m a drug dealer with an attitude

I’ll catch a body, won’t leave a clue

I’m really with the mob, sellin' dope, fuck a job

'Cause I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I’m the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I’m the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

Whippin' crack, cocaine in the pot, you know it’s jumpin' back

I make a call and everybody’s gettin' whacked

You just a tourist, pussy boy, you gon' get taxed

Don’t talk on my phone, I know that my phone is tapped

What you need?

What you need?

I’m servin' junkies and servin' fiends

Cream, no crim, talkin' 'bout a drug lord, I’m him

, we both got guns but your gun gon' squirt

Red blood on a white tee

I can see it in your eyes, you don’t like me

Keep lookin' like that, get your head cracked

When I grab that gun I’ma relapse

All these damn drugs make me feel so numb

Every time I pull that trigger I don’t really give a fuck

If I don’t wanna dirty my hands then I’ma spend 10 bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I’m the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I’m the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again