HUNNID BANDS REMIX lyrics

(Intro: Ryan Jacket & *J.Update*)

Yo this track is so hard man, y'all are not ready. *Jacket chill out, chill out Jacket!* This sh*t is so flame-it's fu-f*cking fire man, hardest sh*t of 2016 off top. *Chill, chill-I don't know about that...* Let's get it!



(Verse 1: Ryan Jacket)

Hunnid band, hunnid band hunnid band
I don't really know how the f*ck Ima land-
But I can't, I'm the man, all you f*ckers bland
So I'm here with this sh*t, giving you a hand
Motherf*ckers don't get where I f*cking stand-
With my fam, eating ham, wearing street brands
And I can't f*cking wait 'til I meet fans
Until then Ima ball cause I'm me man
I'm on some other sh*t, you can't stop me
I've got a f*cking style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, b*tch you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this sh*t-
Yeah just watch me, don't dodge me
b*tch I'm going harder than a motherf*cking nazi-
With a damn mind full of gold you can not see
And my real friends know I'm sick and tired of all these parties
And besides I do not really f*ck with all these thotties
(Verse 2: Shakewell)

From bottom to top, then she giving me top in a new Benz (She giving me top)
I drink and finesse damn, we came from the bottom we winning (Aye, aye)
Carti (?) hit both of your wrists, f*ck boy you look like a lick
I might just slide up and f*ck on your b*tch, back to the trap got a kilo to flip
Back out in Vegas I'm moving them bricks, just hit the strip with a gram
Doubled up look my double cup now I might fly to Japan, who be the man?
Word on the streets is that boy got a plan, running them out with the heat in my hand
Give a f*ck, shoot it up, xanny's in my double cup (doo, doo, doo), boot it up
Hoes wanna f*ck tell them to suck up the squad and she one of us

(Verse 3: Ryan Jacket)

I'm on some other sh*t, you can't stop me
I've got a f*cking style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, b*tch you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this sh*t-
Yeah, just watch me cop me bodies in front of yo f*cking shawty homie
Make a good impression and end up calling her mami homie
Call me "Mr. Jacket" when you at my f*cking doorstep
Wake me when there's about 100 bands up at my doorstep, the whore slept-
On me back in my days when I was a bit overweight
I'm still pretty chubby but that's just because I overate
Searching LA streets for a chick a bit over 18
Maybe come and help me chase my motherf*cking dream
(Verse 4: Ryan Jacket)

Please give me the cheese man
This whole f*cking game is a tease, damn
So give me the mulah like Buddha and scoot on your scooter
You really don't wanna catch these hands
From a Jew headass like me, and making a boom deadass like me
Fight your f*cking stepdad deadass like me
Now leave me alone sipping this fine iced tea from the f*cking McDonald's
Got your b*tch some f*cking cookies but she don't even want them (f*ck)
Now I'm sadder than sh*t, and I play some scary music screaming out triple six
I'm fixing visions ignorant and praising religion
You silly sinning b*tches really think that you winning
But f*ck all that sh*t, I'm only a rapper
I'm sitting with some bands in my hands and I'm feeling real dapper