Bands Lyrics

I let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah
I let these bands walk, I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winnin'
They jumpin' off the ceilin' (They mad as fuck)
It's a feelin' (Feelin')
Fuck around and turn up missin', yeah

Niggas sick to be me, need some Robitussin
Uh, skippin' to the money like we double dutchin', uh
Weight VS, stone, leave me alone
On that grown woman time
Racin' past my opps
I know thеy prayin' for an off day
Gotta watch what y'all say
Niggas get it broad day, uh
When you talk about me
Bеtter dot your T's
Put some water on me
Bet that shit'll freeze

I let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah (Cap)
I let these bands walk, I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah (Out of shape)
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winnin'
They jumpin' off the ceilin' (They mad as fuck)
It's a feelin' (Feelin')
Fuck around and turn up missin', yeah

Same way niggas call a Range Rover for the road
Niggas callin' me for visuals or for the flows
They don't like how I'm so talented and shit, it shows
And even when they try to hide it, it still get exposed
Now I'm on property, yeah
You were 'posed to be proud of me, yeah
You supposed to protect from them
You the one take a shot at me, yeah
For the niggas who bent out of shape, my nigga got a stick, do lobotomies, yeah
And I'm not glorifyin' it, yeah
And baby, don't lie to me
You know that I done made the pussy wet again
I done got up outta that again
My dawg got locked up in the fed again
Another one got shot, and blast and bled again
I'm the sharpest tool up in the shed again
Police think he Boba Fett again
White person in the elevator saw my braids and said, "I like your dreads" again
This feel like Southside summer and the year was '05
You go outside, your mama look at you like, "Don't die"
Prolly cold, niggas hate you, they gon' put you on ice
Text your Nokia, "Are you comin' outside?"

I let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah (Cap)
I let these bands walk, I'm out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah (Out of shape)
I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a bitch winnin'
They jumpin' off the ceilin' (They mad as fuck)
It's a feelin' (Feelin')
Fuck around and turn up missin', yeah (Turn up missin')

Woah, oh, nah, oh, yeah
Oh-oh, oh, oh
I let these, I let these
These niggas, these niggas
I let these, I let these
Fuck with it, fuck with me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah