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I'm Making bands, I'm making bands. Nigga, you ain't touching paper, we ain't shaking Hands. You can watch me cook the cake up, I'ma bake them grams. I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got All them Xans. I'm making bands, I'm making bands. Nigga, you ain't touching paper, we ain't shaking Hands. You can watch me cook the cake up, I'ma bake them grams. I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got All them Xans. I'm making bands. Bitch making some noise just like the ambulance. I put some G's on nigga's head just like A pack of Stan's. My team been balling since the eighties like Los Angeles Rams. My pack touched down way in St. Louis, sent 'em hundred grams. I started off beefing with choppers, now I need A lamb. Bitch, I'm greedy about my dollars, So I'm going HAM. If you ain't gon' sell no drugs, then homie, We ain't friends. Flew a dozen turtle doves inside A Dodge Ram, and they get jammed. Clap some shells and wet you up like clams. You know I bang with Wu Tang just like The fucking Clan. No method man, I got that paper while you Pussies plan. Boy, your life is very plain, But me, I had a plan. I'm finna go ahead and trap out of a Sprinter van. I never been around Jay-Z, But know that Jigga Man. My little hookers popping beans, they got them Jiggling. My little hookers popping beans, They got them jiggling. 'Cause I'm a pimp. Hey. Tech K baby, they call me Buzzy the Peter Fly, St. Jeremy Disney. I know you see me buzzing, but I'm out Here trying to sting. We do big things. Oh, what kind of drugs you do? You take them Xans? You take them Xans? You take them Xans? I'm making bands, I'm making bands. Nigga, you ain't touching paper, we ain't shaking Hands. You can watch me cook the cake up, I'ma bake them grams. I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got All them Xans. I'm making bands, I'm making bands. Nigga, you ain't touching paper, we ain't shaking Hands. You can watch me cook the cake up, I'ma bake them grams. I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got All them Xans. I'm making bands. I got bitches in the trenches. I got chickens in the kitchen. I got fifty in my britches. I can get it out these bitches. I can slang, trade, or whip it. Watch me grow it, watch me clip it. Watch me order it and ship it. Watch me vacuum seal or zip it. Zipping, zipping, never snitching. Designer stitching 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 sending pictures. She get lit off all the liquor. She gon' ride me like a jigsaw. She gon' buy me that new Fisker. If she like me, I could pimp 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. Get green like the Grinch and shit. Green Bay Packers clinching shit. Greats ain't getting no lynching shit. Bang, bang, bang, no witnesses. Flexing on my fitness, shit. Tattoos on my face and shit. What you gon' do when you get old? Jewelry for my dentures, bitch. Hey, look here, bitch. You talking about what I'ma do when I'm old With all this shit on my face. Look here, I'ma do the same motherfucking thing. You can see my dentures in the glass with Diamonds on that ass. You see what's going on, Flash. Flash, flash. Whoa. I'm making bands, I'm making bands. Nigga, you ain't touching paper, we ain't shaking Hands. You can watch me cook the cake up, I'ma bake them grams. I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got All them Xans. I'm making bands, I'm making bands. Nigga, you ain't touching paper, we ain't shaking Hands. You can watch me cook the cake up, I'ma bake them grams. I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got All them Xans. I'm making bands.