Bands lyrics
by Sad Frosty
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
I got big bands on some rich sh*t
Call yo main b*tch, she gon suck di*k
Teezo pull up with that b*tch
That make them racks, b*tch, I been did that
Run up that guap, man, I get that sh*t daily
Did this by lonely, so nobody made me
He think that I’m fazed, 'cause he tryna play me
pus*y boy talk sh*t, guns like the Navy
Big bands in my pocket
Lil' frosty took off like a rocket
Hating on me, boy? Run up your pockets
Too many hoes, I damn near got options
[Verse 2: Bcuube]
Roll up a backwood, I’m smoking exotic
I’m rocking all-camo, these pants from Gnarcotic
Ice on me vs, ain’t rocking no flawless
But I’m gettin money, you ain’t gettin profit
b*tch, you can’t kick it, no, this ain’t a dojo
Got all this ice on me, just check out the logo
Hop in a coupe with the squad, I ain't solo
I’m out here in public, they asking for photos
Brand new Bape hoodie I’m rocking, it's rojo
My whip is all custom, this steering wheel MOMO
I’ll sell you a pack, but it ain’t for the low-low
I’m stacking up racks, but I need a me some mo' dough
Walk out the room, brand new fit, I been flexing
I’m whipping a Hellcat, ain’t whipping a Lexus
Riding in foreigns, your whip is just rented
I just copped some chains: Cuban link and a tennis
TFF next up, you steady descending
Got gold on my teeth, I just went to the dentist
You ain’t got no money, so why you pretending?
I lost a few racks, might just f*ck up my credit