Stock - Play Wit Bands lyrics
(Hook) Play wit bands, no drum major Well connected, no phone cable Got bad yellows, in out stables We stand on table like it's our table Got a few bottles, no babies with us Hoes watchin', no babysitters Pick the baddest one, I deliver We slam-dunk-her, no bull shoot her Got a pocket full of these Missouri notes I'm spendin' sh** like I'm done broke Make ya bet, nine flat, n***a move faster than the same boat I made ya play like a head coach Got a few with me, it's Louie Tote Livin' life, figure flights We kicked up on a tropic coast I double cup of that gray becoe Peed on me n***a like Mexico But I ain't shoot my own leg I gas em up like Texico In the vilt, blowin' that Mexico That sh** loud like an app on it Apprentice n***as in my section, n***a Ye can't stay in here if ye ain't stamped, homie Y'all n***as ain't gettin' my money I promised home but that sh**'s apparent Talkin' bout you thumbin' thru it But you still live with yo parents I'm doin' great, doin' fine Everything I got used my own dime And the club life, it's show time (Hook) We play with bands, no half time Walk inside this muthaf**a Pocket full of grands I'm just thumbin' thru this check I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands Walk inside this muthaf**a Pocket full of grands I'm just thumbin' thru this check I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands (Verse) I play with bands like John Mayer Rockstar my damn label Y'all n***as tellin' fairytales Straight fiction, Aesop fable My syrup maple, my weed tasty Ye got the flavor of the sweetest grapes I'm king of everything, that's the rate They rushin' me and I tell em wait! You sell em hatin' and I show ye love They'll hate ya back and what's f**ed up They all the while been talkin' down And us real n***as been comin' up Who wanna ? tryna ? game? Been yung, been half fame, that lame sh** You tryna say, been no playa round this way Go DJ, I play wit bands, ten bashed up on e-Bay I'm still hood like a steel door' Lean pole in my cold dream I won't break and I neva fold Countin' nothin' but hunid dollas And you play around with that deuce noose Them no. 9 like Rondoe That poncho won't keep a drivin' When I start lettin' them bandz go Comin' outta her damn clothes I'm Gladys Knight and Roscoes I'm mad as Mike cuz my eyes loose I'm outta sight with this cash flow I'm Jamboo like Trae Da Truth Straight air told, bands, n***a! (Hook) Walk inside this muthaf**a Pocket full of grands I'm just thumbin' thru this check I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands Walk inside this muthaf**a Pocket full of grands I'm just thumbin' thru this check I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands I'm just playin' with these bands