Bandemic

Glah, Glah, Boom
Get Money
Bizzy, uh, look
Still up on the block (Still up on the what)
Still got thirty shots
Still got hella knocks
They know how we rock (Glah, glah, glah)
Uh, Still up bending blocks
Still up make it hot
This shit ain’t gon' stop, uh (Facts)
Fuck on any thot
They let my shooter out the box
Yeah you know Mauley on the rock
Uh, These nigga’s know we don’t play
This ain’t no rap money this designer weed and a bunch of sba
This be that trap money get you slap money
Got your bitch all up in my face
I’m just stuck up in my ways
Wearing Gucci like it’s J’s
We ain’t get no
I got shooters with me on court shooting like they be up in the A
Nigga’s with me wanna be ball players now they rapping everyday
Started with a blunted hayes (With a blunted hayes)
Now my spliff full of dead nigga’s Leeky gonna smoke em' to the face
Just to wild nigga with some money now do a hit up out the wraith, uh
Sticks we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)
Ah, ah, yeah that’s cuz and them (Ayoo cid, like)
Who them nigga’s we don’t fuck with them
He jacking what he a double ten
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say wassup to them
All the opp nigga’s suck a dick
Bitch we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trynna put her hands in it
Glock on me got a stance with it, uh
So you know I can’t dance
Dior shipment gotta come in from France
She wanna fuck but she don’t got a chance, like
Uh, I see these nigga’s trynna copy waves
You will get boxed for trynna come and fade
We callin'
to get you out the way
He might say a joke but he ain’t trynna play, like, uh (Glah, glah, boom)
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say wassup to them
All the opp nigga’s suck a dick
Bitch we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trynna put her hands in it