Lyrics Blow Dem Bands - Drakeo The Ruler

Blow Dem Bands

Everything I do is ignorant
The way I constantly swerve and just splurge is belligerent
I know this shit is crazy, I know this shit is sad
And I can buy me a new whip if I do the whole dash
Crash, smash, now we in the Masi
Poured off a five and nigga please don’t tell nobody
I know I’m impatient
I could’ve got an Audi if a nigga fuckin' waited, mister ungrateful
Thousand blue faces
Mask and a beam, it’s an all-black occasion
Take it all, break him off
Duh we really do this shit
Extorting and aborting any next spin Judas’s
Listen here you stupid bitch
Mister mister mister fuckin' get dough
Lingo bingo, I just cracked another store
Pops on my knots and a couple grams of gold
Whoa Bo, these niggas wanna act bold
We keep the forty cal, my niggas wanna snatch souls
From mannequins to Casper the Ghost, these niggas spooked
Sheesh, they like Drakeo that’s you?
And everything is Greedy with a 2, ooh
I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
Bitch we blow them bands, bands
I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Blow them bands, bands, blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Bitch we blow them bands, bands
Get a thousand from a bitch, it took her twenty-eight hours
For the money and the power I ain’t never been a coward
Sour blowin' purple flowers, talkin' reckless to a goddess
I respect none of these thotties, breakin' bitches is a hobby
Molly in the calls, roxy, now she givin' sloppy toppy
Talkin' 'bout you love a nigga, baby put it in my pocket
I just spent a couple Franklins, now a nigga back to robbin'
Flockin' like a couple pigeons, passin' like I’m Aaron Rodgers
I’m a baller lil bitch, I brought them racks out
Ten bands on me, no horn, but I blow loud
Designer on designer fit, it’s so wild, sip fours 'til I pass out
Wake up and bring them bags out
I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
Bitch we blow them bands, bands
I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Blow them bands, bands, blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Bitch we blow them bands, bands
You silly little rabbit, bitch it’s pops on all my knots
From climbin' through the window, it’s holes in all my socks
Mister go crazy, big money bitch, all my faces look lazy, mister pour daily
My ex bitches hate me, blow them bands baby
Twenty band statements, hanging out the base fit
Mister ungrateful, mister unfaithful
Broke bitch pay me, broke bitch pay me