X3RØ - B4ND_M4N Lyrics

Keep a 23 up on my hip, what I need heat for
Stayin' in my lane, but if he wildin', make a detour
Locked in on the block, I stay plugged in like a keyboard
Glock with some hollows, let a pussy feel that G-Force
Think he playin' baseball
He a LA nigga, and he stay dodgin'
Niggas stop it, you just watchin'
What the f*ck is in my pocket
Fifty full bands and the other got a rocket
Band man, bitch, I am the band man
F*ck around and I'ma sleep that nigga like I'm Sandman
Cryin' bout some shit, knowin' I don't give a damn, man
All red with a .49, just like San Fran
Hollows turn his hat into a motherf*ckin' headband
Band man, bitch I been that damn man
I got hundreds and fifties with diamonds and they dancin'
I ain't Santa, but yo hoe, she chasing and she prancing
Rubber on my money, cause I'm band man
I don't got no bitches, I got fans man
Love my fans, damn, but I want grands man
Everybody know that since day one I been that damn man
Hating on me but you at my shows and you the cam man
I ain't never want no love, I only want some damage
Band man, bitch, I am the band man
F*ck around and I'ma sleep that nigga like I'm Sandman
Cryin' bout some shit, knowin' I don't give a damn, man
All red with a .49, just like San Fran
Hollows turn his hat into a motherf*ckin' headband