Shakewell - 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** 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: 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** boy you look like a lick I might just slide up and f** on your b**h, 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**, shoot it up, xanny's in my double cup (doo, doo, doo), boot it up Hoes wanna f** tell them to s** up the squad and she one of us (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: Ryan Jacket) Please give me the cheese man This whole f**ing 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 heada** like me, and making a boom deada** like me Fight your f**ing stepdad deada** like me Now leave me alone sipping this fine iced tea from the f**ing McDonald's Got your b**h some f**ing cookies but she don't even want them (f**) Now I'm sadder than sh**, and I play some scary music screaming out triple six I'm fixing visions ignorant and praising religion You silly sinning b**hes really think that you winning But f** all that sh**, I'm only a rapper I'm sitting with some bands in my hands and I'm feeling real dapper