Lyrics I Got Bands - Stitches
I
got
bands
I
got
bands,
bands,
bands
I'm
the
man
These
boys
be
broke,
that's
why
they
mad
Understand
I
got
a
million
in
the
duffle
bag,
that's
just
a
span
Sell
a
hundred
bricks,
wake
up,
do
it
again
I
got
bands
I
got
bands,
bands,
bands
I'm
the
man
These
boys
be
broke,
that's
why
they
mad
Understand
I
got
a
million
in
the
duffle
bag,
that's
just
a
span
Sell
a
hundred
bricks,
wake
up,
do
it
again
Fuck
a
friend,
I'd
rather
keep
makin'
these
bands
Evil
thoughts
every
time
I
got
that
choppa
in
my
hand
In
love
with
dope,
you
know
I'm
married
to
the
coke
When
you
plugged
in
with
the
cartel
Your
work
gon'
come
straight
off
a
boat
One
day
I
was
broke
In
a
week
I
got
rich,
Papi
fronted
me
bricks
I
was
breakin'
the
rules,
I
ain't
pay
him
back,
homie
I
hid
a
lick
and
I
ain't
give
a
shit
Ain't
no
fear
in
my
heart,
I'm
a
stupid
child
Mama
kicked
me
out,
I
was
too
wild
Next
day
I
moved
to
my
penthouse
They
won't
brush
me
off,
I'm
the
man,
now
You
need
a
favor,
you
was
a
hater
Now
you're
tryna
borrow
some
of
my
paper
You
need
a
favor,
you
was
a
hater
Heard
you
told
a
bitch
I
was
a
player
I'm
a
drug
dealer
with
an
attitude
I'll
catch
a
body,
won't
leave
a
clue
I'm
really
with
the
mob,
sellin'
dope,
fuck
a
job
'Cause
I
got
bands
I
got
bands,
bands,
bands
I'm
the
man
These
boys
be
broke,
that's
why
they
mad
Understand
I
got
a
million
in
the
duffle
bag,
that's
just
a
span
Sell
a
hundred
bricks,
wake
up,
do
it
again
I
got
bands
I
got
bands,
bands,
bands
I'm
the
man
These
boys
be
broke,
that's
why
they
mad
Understand
I
got
a
million
in
the
duffle
bag,
that's
just
a
span
Sell
a
hundred
bricks,
wake
up,
do
it
again
Whippin'
crack,
cocaine
in
the
pot,
you
know
it's
jumpin'
back
I
make
a
call
and
everybody's
gettin'
whacked
You
just
a
tourist,
pussy
boy,
you
gon'
get
taxed
Don't
talk
on
my
phone,
I
know
that
my
phone
is
tapped
What
you
need?
What
you
need?
I'm
servin'
junkies
and
servin'
fiends
Cream,
no
crim,
talkin'
'bout
a
drug
lord,
I'm
him
[?],
we
both
got
guns
but
your
gun
gon'
squirt
Red
blood
on
a
white
tee
I
can
see
it
in
your
eyes,
you
don't
like
me
Keep
lookin'
like
that,
get
your
head
cracked
When
I
grab
that
gun
I'ma
relapse
All
these
damn
drugs
make
me
feel
so
numb
Every
time
I
pull
that
trigger
I
don't
really
give
a
fuck
If
I
don't
wanna
dirty
my
hands
then
I'ma
spend
10
bands
I
got
bands,
bands,
bands
I'm
the
man
These
boys
be
broke,
that's
why
they
mad
Understand
I
got
a
million
in
the
duffle
bag,
that's
just
a
span
Sell
a
hundred
bricks,
wake
up,
do
it
again
I
got
bands
I
got
bands,
bands,
bands
I'm
the
man
These
boys
be
broke,
that's
why
they
mad
Understand
I
got
a
million
in
the
duffle
bag,
that's
just
a
span
Sell
a
hundred
bricks,
wake
up,
do
it
again
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1 I Got Bands
2 Devil Making My Decisions
3 I Pray to God
4 Fake Love
5 Selling Dope
6 Sacrifice
7 Stuck in the Streets
8 I'm Just Shooting
9 Rehab
10 Whip a Brick
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