Big Bands lyrics

[Intro]
Akachi on the beat lil' b*tch
Joey Trap is daddy, f*ck all them other rappers
Look

[Verse 1]
Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main b*tch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest, I can't stand up
Twenty naked b*tches in the crib make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my di*k 'til it's soft, now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me, all these b*tches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways, these b*tches f*ck the whole team
Dumb n*gga want beef, n*gga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never was a fan of it
He done seen the nina by my nuts and he ran from it

[Chorus]
Dumb n*gga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass n*gga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these b*tches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these b*tches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these b*tches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they name when they came through
[Post-Chorus]
Two F's on my belt, b*tch, it's Fendi
Two F's I'll never give, can't offend me
Got two racks chillin' in my hand off this Henny
She ask for a sip, stupid b*tch, I'm not friendly
Dummy, ayy, I be gassing
Rings and things, lil' b*tch, I be cashin'
Shake that ass, lil' b*tch, you be spazzin'
Ain't no Ford, lil' b*tch, this an Aston
Over, ayy, get it back, though
Stupid ass n*ggas thought they finna get a pass, though
Running through them bands, you ain't know a n*gga fast, though
If I was a comic book they'd prolly call me Flash, ho (Look)

[Verse 2]
Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main b*tch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest, I can't stand up
Twenty naked b*tches in the crib make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my di*k 'til it's soft, now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me, all these b*tches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways, these b*tches f*ck the whole team
Dumb n*gga want beef, n*gga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never was a fan of it
He done seen the nina by my nuts and he ran from it
[Chorus]
Dumb n*gga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass n*gga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these b*tches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these b*tches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these b*tches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they name when they came through