Lil Jay Wop - Bands Up (feat. Blanco)

I do it for my niggas that are back home
Ever since I was a jit, I’ve been on ten toes
Ten toes down, I was small but I’ve been grown
The shit I’ve seen before my eyes, it left me so cold
Now we in this shit for life
SMG, Huncho JayWop, we always been up on that grind
Nobody finna take my shine from me
You cannot take away this shine from me
I got Willow on my back
Got bad bitches in my lap
Worrying ‘bout your followers, start worrying ‘bout your racks
All my brothers yelling “Slatt”
Big dog, you a cat
Many niggas, we done lost, and they ain’t ever coming back yeah
Cause this world too cold, keep that thang on you
You could never catch me without all the gang with me
SMG, my niggas, you can’t hang with us
And these bitches always calling, let it rang homie
Now my niggas ‘bout to get them bands up
Niggas always tryna have they hands out
I don’t want no fans, I call ‘em fam now
We go’n get this shmoney
We could really do the dance now
Now we got our bands up
SMG the Mafia, we got our bands up
JayWop Huncho, we be coming for your headtops
Now these bitches calling cause we got our bands up
I got money on my mind
Patient for my time
Niggas hating on the grind
But just know we still go’n shine
Me and Blanco on our shit
SMG got hits
I don’t move no work, but I be moving ‘round with Bricks
Niggas putting in that work
Preaching like a church
Put you in the dirt, or might put you on a shirt
But we know we got the crown
Niggas love the sound
We go’n get to poppin’, then these bitches come around
Huncho Wop, we been the team
Activist, I’m sipping lean
You can’t see
My choppa scope got read beams
You ain’t cool
You ain’t the gang
Bitch boy, you a lame
Player One just joined the game
Blanco Huncho, that’s the name
Pull up and I wet the block
I’m the boss
I call the shots
Don’t you be my enemy
I leave these niggas dead to me
I ain’t with all that friend’in shit
I touchdown and I’m endin’ it
Hit you with that stick
With the clip, I’m ‘bout to empty it
Bitch don’t bring that fuck shit to our studio
Bad bitch, real thick, but she boujee though
‘Bout to blow these bands all on some Gucci clothes
I won’t ever cuff another groupie hoe
Was a test
Bitch we came to wreck
Aim it, that’s a teck
That’s a way to get respect yeah
Young Niggas
Big Figures, yeah
Lil Hittas
Don’t make ‘em get ya
Young boss niggas on the come up
All these fuckin commas we go’n run up
When we come around, that shit is done up, aye
When we come around, we get our bands up

Written by:
Alex Gallegos, Joshua Hoff

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