Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bands, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 06.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bands |
| You already know what’s goin' on, it’s all love |
| Ayy, shout out OhGeesy, all that |
| You know what’s goin' on, long live Ketchy the Great |
| We know the truth, nigga |
| Man |
| Shots out the chop, his body drop, I just start laughin' |
| Another police dead, his last words, «We should call captain» |
| Look, bro, my Draco a real spitter, he should start rappin' |
| He runnin' from the finance company, he’s a carjacker |
| Don’t at me on the 'Gram if you ain’t prepared to be a pallbearer |
| I’m ridin' with this 40, left him stretched, he had a tall can |
| Ain’t been where I been if you ain’t never had a Walkman |
| Grab the icepick out a nice sock, then it was yard down |
| Big bands, I sit and bick back, look at her chinstrap |
| Mei Ling and Su Yung, I know they itchin' for some get-back |
| Big facts, I let the K off, almost got whiplash |
| Drakeo just did the «Bands» beat, run that shit back |
| Big drums, I’m holdin' Big Pun when I bring the terror |
| The only reason he got a gun by him 'cause he a sheriff |
| Police-ass niggas could never sit with the mayor |
| Mardi Gras, see the tits, we came here for Jerry, Jerry |
| Very scary when these tips go in circles like Mary, Mary |
| When he see me, all the liquid he dropped was canary yellow |
| I’m a demon in my head, when I’m spittin', I’m very subtle |
| All gas when I step the booth, my foot’s very heavy |
| Niggas sweet as Ben &Jerry's, leave 'em in a cemetery |
| I don’t need a pen and paper, niggas know just what I’m sayin' |
| Bitch, I bought a stupid chop, it didn’t come in with a brain in it |
| What the fuck these niggas thinkin'? |
| I’m untouchable |
| Unfuckwitable, how he did him was despicable |
| I’m a danger in the coupe, yell, Mystikal |
| Despicable me, I put him on a tee |
| Even think about these chains, leave him like Lilo and Stitch |
| Keep loadin' clips, nigga, we know he dead |
| Cheese on his head, nigga, leave him with rats |
| Now he’s a pack me on the way to the bank |
| Do Drakeo the Ruler run the city? |
| What you think? |
| Ugh, that was nothin' |
| The K keep bustin', nigga, I should’ve bought a muzzle |
| We ain’t finna scuffle, know you be with Archie Bunker |
| I keep a thumper when I bump her 'cause I don’t trust her |
| Call in ten, bro, your girl in good hands, I know you love her |
| Is this Drakeo? |
| You fuckin' my bitch? |
| No, wrong number, nigga |
| What the fuck you got goin' on, nigga? |
| Niggas know the truth |
| You know what’s goin' on |
| Bands, always runnin' up them bands |
| Dick ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants |
| Ugh |
| Nigga, long live the Great |
| So Cold I Do Em, we on 2 |
| Bands, bands, bands, bands |