Bandz (Explicit)

Bandz (Explicit) - Blac Youngsta/Yo Gotti/LunchMoney Lewis (浪奇曼尼·裡維斯)

Written by：Sammie Benson/Mario Mims/Gamal Lewis/Milan Modi/Vincent Miller

Hold my pants up

Oh yeah

I don't need a just to hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Yeah

Hooooo

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt them bands they hold my pants up

I been broke all my life now I got my bands up

I just bought a new Ferrari and I chopped the doors off

I just drunk a pint of lean just so I can dose off

I got bad b**ch out Toronto and she looking real thicke

She say her boyfriend don't like me I say he a real b**ch

I got a foreign bih foreign bih she just wanna strip

I got a foreign clip foreign clip Glock up on my hip

Now a n**ga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself

Ill do anything for you baby you know I love you to death

Every time I fall in louie they say sir you need a belt

I'm like hell naw lil b**ch I got them bands I don't need no help

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

D**n down to die about this gucci belt

Thirteen with a draco man he f**k around and shoot his self

When I met Youngsta he said big homie I'm with you to the death

I told him its GMG we go to war we never ask for help

Bands on deck like a high school

Blood on my chain like a piru

Vet motor and a Chevrolet n**ga want a wraith no I can't lose

Whole squad blessed like ha choo

'Cause I'm a little problem like why you

I'm a street fighter like Ryu

Walk to the bank like hi you

We get money its not a question are you niggas dumb

Big ol' crib in Beverly Hills but I know where I'm from

Eight figure n**ga and ** dealer I went number one

Street n**ga slash superstar slash keep my gun

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

Pants up

Pants up

Young and black

And handsome

Ima burn

Her top up

Free my dawgs

That's locked up

When I take off in that Lamb you know it kick rocks up

Go to war with me you know you need your Glock tucked

Soon as you get rich you know them haters pop up

You know haters respect haters you know they gone flock up

That n**ga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself

Ill do anything for you baby you know I love you to death

Every time I fall in Gucci they like sir you need a belt

I'm like hell naw lil b**ch I got them bands I don't need no help

I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up

Yeah yeah

And they hold my pants up yeah

Yeah and I got my bands up

Killed this sh*t

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