Stock - Play Wit Bands lyrics
rate me(Hook)
Play wit bands, no drum major
Well connected, no phone cable
Got bad yellows, in out stables
We stand on table like it's our table
Got a few bottles, no babies with us
Hoes watchin', no babysitters
Pick the baddest one, I deliver
We slam-dunk-her, no bull shoot her
Got a pocket full of these Missouri notes
I'm spendin' shit like I'm done broke
Make ya bet, nine flat, nigga move faster than the same boat
I made ya play like a head coach
Got a few with me, it's Louie Tote
Livin' life, figure flights
We kicked up on a tropic coast
I double cup of that gray becoe
Peed on me nigga like Mexico
But I ain't shoot my own leg
I gas em up like Texico
In the vilt, blowin' that Mexico
That shit loud like an app on it
Apprentice niggas in my section, nigga
Ye can't stay in here if ye ain't stamped, homie
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' my money
I promised home but that shit's apparent
Talkin' bout you thumbin' thru it
But you still live with yo parents
I'm doin' great, doin' fine
Everything I got used my own dime
And the club life, it's show time
(Hook)
We play with bands, no half time
Walk inside this muthafucka
Pocket full of grands
I'm just thumbin' thru this check
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
Walk inside this muthafucka
Pocket full of grands
I'm just thumbin' thru this check
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
(Verse)
I play with bands like John Mayer
Rockstar my damn label
Y'all niggas tellin' fairytales
Straight fiction, Aesop fable
My syrup maple, my weed tasty
Ye got the flavor of the sweetest grapes
I'm king of everything, that's the rate
They rushin' me and I tell em wait!
You sell em hatin' and I show ye love
They'll hate ya back and what's fucked up
They all the while been talkin' down
And us real niggas been comin' up
Who wanna ? tryna ? game?
Been yung, been half fame, that lame shit
You tryna say, been no playa round this way
Go DJ, I play wit bands, ten bashed up on e-Bay
I'm still hood like a steel door'
Lean pole in my cold dream
I won't break and I neva fold
Countin' nothin' but hunid dollas
And you play around with that deuce noose
Them no. 9 like Rondoe
That poncho won't keep a drivin'
When I start lettin' them bandz go
Comin' outta her damn clothes
I'm Gladys Knight and Roscoes
I'm mad as Mike cuz my eyes loose
I'm outta sight with this cash flow
I'm Jamboo like Trae Da Truth
Straight air told, bands, nigga!
(Hook)
Walk inside this muthafucka
Pocket full of grands
I'm just thumbin' thru this check
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
Walk inside this muthafucka
Pocket full of grands
I'm just thumbin' thru this check
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
I'm just playin' with these bands
