Ryan Jacket - HUNNID BANDS 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** is so flame-it's fu-f**ing fire man, hardest sh** 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** Ima land- But I can't, I'm the man, all you f**ers bland So I'm here with this sh**, giving you a hand Motherf**ers don't get where I f**ing stand- With my fam, eating ham, wearing street brands And I can't f**ing wait 'til I meet fans Until then Ima ball cause I'm me man I'm on some other sh**, you can't stop me I've got a f**ing style you can't copy I'm Ryan Jacket, b**h you so sloppy And I'm gonna do this sh**- Yeah just watch me, don't dodge me b**h I'm going harder than a motherf**ing 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** with all these thotties (Verse 2: J.Update) They acting so sloppy, never think about a thotty-but bout to let my wings go And I got all these words rushing to my brain and I'm about to go Super Saiyan- So I have to channel it, or else I won't be able to handle it- Turned in my bat for a gat, put 'em to rest, they need to relax, my mind is going so fast It's a free for all: survival of the fittest-and I'm caught in the midst of it Tryna flip bricks and get thick chicks- Never had sauce, but now I got it All of my clothes, I know how to rock 'em Pull up on me, Ima sock 'em like a robot Dodging opps and dodging thots Pull up on the block with scotch on the rocks and your mom on my side (Verse 3: Ryan Jacket) I'm on some other sh**, you can't stop me I've got a f**ing style you can't copy I'm Ryan Jacket, b**h you so sloppy And I'm gonna do this sh**- Yeah, just watch me cop me bodies in front of yo f**ing shawty homie Make a good impression and end up calling her mami homie Call me "Mr. Jacket" when you at my f**ing doorstep Wake me when there's about 100 bands up at my doorstep, the who*e 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**ing dream (Verse 4: J.Update) Future looking bright with 100 bands, gonna be making so much money it's oozing out my glands Laid up with the ice, gotta wear the TNF so I look better than the rest- Flex-and be the best. I like the racks, I don't spend it on them smoke packs Go harder than a druggy on crack to the max Ho up in my face, b**h get out of my way Don't care about what I say, I'm making bank getting payed-living in LA Do it my way, day to f**ing day Came up from having bad grades, what can I say?