Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Makin Bands, artist - 03 Greedo. Album song Purple Summer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Golden Grenande Empire
Song language: English
Makin Bands |
I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands |
Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands |
You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams |
I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |
I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands |
Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands |
You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams |
I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |
Makin' some noise just like the ambulance |
I put them g’s on niggas head just like it’s Pakistan |
My team been ballin' since the 80's like Los Angeles Rams |
My pack touched down way in St. Louis, send them all these grams |
I started off beefin' wit choppa’s now I need a lamb |
Bitch I’m greedy 'bout my dollas so I’m goin' ham |
If you ain’t gon' sell no drugs then homie we ain’t friends |
Flew one dozen turtle doves inside a Dodge Ram, and they get jammed |
Might trap some shells, they’ll wet you up like clams |
You know I bang with Wu-Tang just like the fuckin' clan, no method man |
If you ain’t got that paper why you pussies playin'? |
Boy yo' life is very plain but me I had a plan |
I’m finna go and hit a trap out of a sprinter van |
I never bend around JC but know the |
My lil' hook is poppin' beezy got 'em jigglin' |
My lil' hook is poppin' beezy got 'em jigglin', cuz I’m a pimp |
I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands |
Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands |
You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams |
I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |
I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands |
Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands |
You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams |
I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |
I got bitches in the trenches |
I got chickens in the kitchen |
I got 50 in my britches |
I can get it out these bitches |
I can whippin' |
Watch me grow it watch me clip it |
Watch me order it and ship it |
Watch me vacuum seal and zip it |
Zip it, zip it, never snitch it |
Designer stitchin' by my zippers |
Cali nigga, LA Clippers |
In Atlanta with some strippers |
She gon' fuck her friend and kiss her |
When I’m gone she sendin' pictures |
She get lit of all the liquor |
She gon' rob me like a |
She gon' buy me that new Fisker |
If she like me I could pimp her |
Give her pointers when I’m with her |
That’s the only time I tip her |
Baby told me in September |
When I get out in November |
She’ll be pregnant by December |
I say it’s a wrap by Christmas |
It’s green like the Grinch’s shit |
Green Bay Packers clenchin' shit |
Partaking no licks and shit |
Bang, bang, bang, no witnesses |
Flexin' all my business, shit |
Tattoos on my face and shit |
Whatchu' gon' do when you get old? |
Jewelry on my dentures bitch |
I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands |
Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands |
You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams |
I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |
I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands |
Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands |
You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams |
I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |