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Bands Video (MV)




Performed By: vyunginn
Language: English
Length: 3:41
Written by: Davon McDavid




vyunginn - Bands Lyrics
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Bands bands bands, bitch that's all I wanna see
Flippin' packs, that shit a risk, I shoot my shot like twenty-three
Niggas pussy, I ain't scared, they sweet like Arizona tea
He keep playin' with the crew, we gon' put him on the TV
I ain't fully droppin' names, abbreviate, go by GB
You might up one on the sco, but on my soul, we GBG
He wanna get in the field, nigga, suit up, put on the cleats
You better pray to your God before you think about playin' me
And I go by vyunginn, solo dolo nigga
I might hit the stu before I go and ima roll lil nigga
Or I might go slide out with your bitch, put on my polo, nigga
Throw on Amiri jeans, cause I ain't never f*cked with Hilfiger
Before forty-five, I'm tryna move out to the hills, nigga
We in Minnesota, get so cold, it give you chills, nigga
Roll a fat-ass three-five, I never f*cked with pills, nigga
They put you in that room and break you down, sum like a mill
Better sit back and just listen, write some notes, makin' appeal
Don't go talkin' to the feds, that snitching shit will get you killed
He was fakin' like he hard, but then he told this shit for real
And brody got them past convictions, he can't even get a deal
Aggressor turnt into the victim, man, on top, that nigga told
Ain't no way I could believe I called that bitch nigga the bros
When I catch that nigga loafin', I keep swingin' till he fold
Take a flick while he KO, just to make sure he get exposed
He tried to one-on-one, aint think that I got hands and shit
I got jumped went 3-0, boy, who you playin' with
Slide through to the crib and kick your door, right who you layin' with
I could never snitch, that's what you said why you displayin' it
Im right where he at, drop lo to bros, and now we racin' in
Kickin' down the door like ICE, illegal immigrant
Watch Clippa blow the pole from distance, sound like it's an instrument
We wasn't lookin' for him, we just caught him by coincidence
Bands bands bands, bitch that's all I wanna see
Flippin' packs, that shit a risk, I shoot my shot like twenty-three
Niggas pussy, I ain't scared, they sweet like Arizona tea
He keep playin' with the crew, we gon' put him on the TV
I ain't fully droppin' names, abbreviate, go by GB
You might up one on the sco, but on my soul, we GBG
He wanna get in the field, nigga, suit up, put on the cleats
You better pray to your God before you think about playin' me
Nigga creepin' from behind, up the Glock, let it spray
Feds pull up, we outta sight, question you, don't say a name
Nigga, we can go to war, like it's Russia and Ukraine
I feel like Lil' Vladimir got Russian creams and Russian K's
Tsayy smokin' what's his name, keep it a hunnid he a lame
Thought that he was solid, but he soft as hell, he couldn't restrain
Ain't see that shit comin' when he told another year had came
Press that nigga, he was talkin' gibberish
I can't write a statement, told that judge that I'm illiterate
Rock her world, and then I beat it, bitch I'm on my thriller shit
He be drillin' on the mic, but he ain't on no killer shit
He a killer on the mic, man, who this nigga think he is
He got ties with government, that boy gon' say what make em rich
Man I B-E-T, that nigga blackmail for the entertainment
He don't wanna see these niggas win, he cuttin' off them payments
Bands bands bands, bitch that's all I wanna see
Flippin' packs, that shit a risk, I shoot my shot like twenty-three
Niggas pussy, I ain't scared, they sweet like Arizona tea
He keep playin' with the crew, we gon' put him on the TV
I ain't fully droppin' names, abbreviate, go by GB
You might up one on the sco, but on my soul, we GBG
He wanna get in the field, nigga, suit up, put on the cleats
You better pray to your God before you think about playin' me
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Bands bands bands, bitch that's all I wanna see
Flippin' packs, that shit a risk, I shoot my shot like twenty-three
Niggas pussy, I ain't scared, they sweet like Arizona tea
He keep playin' with the crew, we gon' put him on the TV
I ain't fully droppin' names, abbreviate, go by GB
You might up one on the sco, but on my soul, we GBG
He wanna get in the field, nigga, suit up, put on the cleats
You better pray to your God before you think about playin' me
And I go by vyunginn, solo dolo nigga
I might hit the stu before I go and ima roll lil nigga
Or I might go slide out with your bitch, put on my polo, nigga
Throw on Amiri jeans, cause I ain't never f*cked with Hilfiger
Before forty-five, I'm tryna move out to the hills, nigga
We in Minnesota, get so cold, it give you chills, nigga
Roll a fat-ass three-five, I never f*cked with pills, nigga
They put you in that room and break you down, sum like a mill
Better sit back and just listen, write some notes, makin' appeal
Don't go talkin' to the feds, that snitching shit will get you killed
He was fakin' like he hard, but then he told this shit for real
And brody got them past convictions, he can't even get a deal
Aggressor turnt into the victim, man, on top, that nigga told
Ain't no way I could believe I called that bitch nigga the bros
When I catch that nigga loafin', I keep swingin' till he fold
Take a flick while he KO, just to make sure he get exposed
He tried to one-on-one, aint think that I got hands and shit
I got jumped went 3-0, boy, who you playin' with
Slide through to the crib and kick your door, right who you layin' with
I could never snitch, that's what you said why you displayin' it
Im right where he at, drop lo to bros, and now we racin' in
Kickin' down the door like ICE, illegal immigrant
Watch Clippa blow the pole from distance, sound like it's an instrument
We wasn't lookin' for him, we just caught him by coincidence
Bands bands bands, bitch that's all I wanna see
Flippin' packs, that shit a risk, I shoot my shot like twenty-three
Niggas pussy, I ain't scared, they sweet like Arizona tea
He keep playin' with the crew, we gon' put him on the TV
I ain't fully droppin' names, abbreviate, go by GB
You might up one on the sco, but on my soul, we GBG
He wanna get in the field, nigga, suit up, put on the cleats
You better pray to your God before you think about playin' me
Nigga creepin' from behind, up the Glock, let it spray
Feds pull up, we outta sight, question you, don't say a name
Nigga, we can go to war, like it's Russia and Ukraine
I feel like Lil' Vladimir got Russian creams and Russian K's
Tsayy smokin' what's his name, keep it a hunnid he a lame
Thought that he was solid, but he soft as hell, he couldn't restrain
Ain't see that shit comin' when he told another year had came
Press that nigga, he was talkin' gibberish
I can't write a statement, told that judge that I'm illiterate
Rock her world, and then I beat it, bitch I'm on my thriller shit
He be drillin' on the mic, but he ain't on no killer shit
He a killer on the mic, man, who this nigga think he is
He got ties with government, that boy gon' say what make em rich
Man I B-E-T, that nigga blackmail for the entertainment
He don't wanna see these niggas win, he cuttin' off them payments
Bands bands bands, bitch that's all I wanna see
Flippin' packs, that shit a risk, I shoot my shot like twenty-three
Niggas pussy, I ain't scared, they sweet like Arizona tea
He keep playin' with the crew, we gon' put him on the TV
I ain't fully droppin' names, abbreviate, go by GB
You might up one on the sco, but on my soul, we GBG
He wanna get in the field, nigga, suit up, put on the cleats
You better pray to your God before you think about playin' me
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Writer: Davon McDavid
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