Bands Video (MV)

Run up the bands, I run them up fast
Two hundred miles on my dash
Hop in the coupe boy I hope I don't crash
Developed a fetish for bitches and cash
These niggas not first, man I swear they in last
I swear that I'm lost in my motherf*ckin bag
The Patek be crying don't know why it's sad
The head is so good but lil shawty is bad
Run up the bands, I run them up fast
Two hundred miles on my dash
Hop in the coupe boy I hope I don't crash
Developed a fetish for bitches and cash
These niggas not first, man I swear they in last
I swear that I'm lost in my motherf*ckin bag
The Patek be crying don't know why it's sad
The head is so good but lil shawty is bad

I am a hit in the making
I do not speak broke, what the f*ck is you saying
Who the f*ck is you playing
Cause life ain't no game, this is not no Playstation
I'm trapped in the matrix
This gas that I'm facing, be having me spacing
This paper I'm chasing
I'm spending and saving, the feeling amazing
Switch up the flow, never switch up on bros
You niggas be switching, and acting like hoes
You niggas snitching like a rat, you a mole
You little rodent and you breaking the code
You niggas like clothes, under pressure you fold
Iced out my wrist, now that bitch is too froze
My shit is so froze, turn the water to ice
The flow is so mean but the beat is so nice
They do not want beef, they eat chicken and rice
Feel like a ninja, I hit with the slice
Stick on the beat, and I'm making that fye
Lil shawty a freak but last night she was shy
That is what happens when you are that guy
Smoking the gas, put the blunt in the sky
Niggas be hating I'm wondering why
Maybe they mad cause they ass and they try
F*ck em they lame, they could never be I
I am not going for second
The flow that I'm blessed with, turn minute to second
The flow is a weapon, so please do not test it
Maybe you niggas should try to come best it
But niggas not good they not talking bout shit
They make a lil hit then they fail to exist

Lil nigga chill, you not smoking for real
The strip on my money is blue, it ain't teal
Cause all of your money is fake never real
These niggas are takers, they loving to steal
I need a lil minute to recount the money
I do not like jokes but you niggas are funny
Wrist is so cold that my nose got the runny's
She finna get crashed, yeah your girl is a dummy
Please do not come at me asking for feature
We are not friends, I will burn you like ether
Killing these beats they gone call me the reaper
Niggas clout chasing instead of behaving
I am not God but I'm tired of saving
Niggas fake hard but they acting like pavement
Here go the hook, let me finish my statement

Run up the bands, I run them up fast
Two hundred miles on my dash
Hop in the coupe boy I hope I don't crash
Developed a fetish for bitches and cash
These niggas not first, man I swear they in last
I swear that I'm lost in my motherf*ckin bag
The Patek be crying don't know why it's sad
The head is so good but lil shawty is bad
Run up the bands, I run them up fast
Two hundred miles on my dash
Hop in the coupe boy I hope I don't crash
Developed a fetish for bitches and cash
These niggas not first, man I swear they in last
I swear that I'm lost in my motherf*ckin bag
The Patek be crying don't know why it's sad
The head is so good but lil shawty is bad