Lyrics Bandz - Yung AK

Bands
Bands
Bands
Fill the cup
Bands
Bands
Run it up
Bands
Bands, fuck the dub
Bands
Bands, fuck the love
I take yo land, land
Bitch I take them, bands bands
Bitch I take the Xans Xans
Fuck the peace, yeah fuck the world
Bag yo bitch, I run it
Ay 'cause I like it how she talk shit
Only the pussies are bitches
Ay only the bitches are hoes
Yeah this shit not gonna make sense, like how I Tippy toe
To your crib, and bag yo bitch
and fuck the bitch
24/7
Yeah we run this shit, we bag yo bitch
We bag yo crib, you gonn be empty
Be spiritual, you feel it go
Ay let it go, send it oh
This bitch so in love with me, like Juliet
Bitch i'm not yo romeo
Fuck you, cause you made my buy your clothes
Louis v, Chanel, and Prada
Bitch I saw a opp, yeah I got 'em
Bitch you can't even take care of a toddler
Yeah that nigga shit himself, when he saw me
Bitch you better run ay
Yeah I got the MAC-11, shoot it when i'm done (Yuh)

Yeah ay okay
I fucked yo bitch, and she sucked my dick
I got my beam, and I shoot at yo team
I sip my lean, bitch i'm living my dream
I'm a poet now, oh you wanna read?
I got yo girl and I got my gun
He wanna have war, time for some fun
I was down bad, now I fuck for fun now
I got my bands, and I throw some hands
She texted me saying she wanna link, ain't you got a man?
Nigga done got pressed, yo bitch pulled up
She got some nice breast's, I fill that hoe up
And I pull out my gun, and shoot that shit up
While I got the green, and this hoe acting mean
I gave her some dick and I left that coochie clean
She said film this, this gone be the next scene

Niggas be talking shit, but don't got a wave cap
These bitches down bad, how the fuck you fake that
These niggas talking bout a may back, I got my Nina
He hit the pen, dumb ass nigga done laced that
Nigga wanna run the ones say that
Shawty wanted something and I nutted in her mouth
And I told her taste that
While I got a hoe talking shit, I hate that
These niggas wanna talk shit, face that
And I pull up, in case that these niggas wanna run
I pull out my Tommy gun and I shot this hoe up
Give me my money hoe, don't try to run

Bitch do not fuck with me
Yeah i'll put you in yo place
Bitch do not look at me, when i'm counting up my money
Stop doing that fake love
I know that she don't love me
So I said fuck that ho, and decided to count up my money

My bitch too fine, yeah she taste good like honey
This nigga on my nerves, boy you think you funny?
I fuck a hoe, then chase the money
I stay ten toes down, bitch i don't snitch
I don't give many fucks, I fuck her good like my slut
Fuck these opps, bitch I got the Glock
Then I count my bands then I smoked him in the lot