Teejayx6, Bands WM - The Source lyrics
[Teejayx6, Bands WM - The Source lyrics]
Don't spark shit over
Don't pass me cause it ain't no thrax
Jugg called and say he ain't
Get his package, i told him chill
Relax package got lost
Send yo cheese so I can send it back
5 bands out the door nigga that's
What you call gettin waxed
She woulda thought I'm racist cause I
Got on this Off White
Before you get too comfortable hope you know
Bitch you can't spend the night
Another ham want a pair of shoes
Hold on wait a minute bitch I had
To throw the whip on cruise
The way she was suckin' dick had
To take off these designer shoes
Whoo, I told the clerk that my name was Jake
I almost blew this bitch thought she
Knew my ID was fake
Still with that bank shit
Little nigga you ever had Chase?
People say keep quiet
Fore' the police try to build a case
The police try to flck me with the piece
Then I'm gon' do the race
Countin' all this money I damn
Near had forgot the date
Before I try and slide I gotta make
Sure they ain't catch my face
Before I meet the plug gotta make
Sure he ain't seen my waist
If you ain't got 10 little nigga
Then get up out my face
I told her pop this Perc 30 little
Nigga she can get in the mood
They ask me what's my job
I said I sell all the latest shoes
Punches they gon' think we got these
Slides up in the Chevy Cruze
If you think shit sweet
You better ask your mans
I almost had to air this bitch
Out like we had a fan
My page got exposed the jugg found
Out it was a scam
You will never catch me no where
In a pair of Vans
You will never catch me out
Lackin' without 10 bands
I think I lost my mind
Spent a thousand dollars on a pair of pants
Keep runnin' off
I put ten thousand on your mans
Bitch don't ever say my government
Bitch you can call me Bands
Bitch I already told you I wanna
Fuck you and your fuckin' friends
Bitch I already told you be careful
These thousand dollar pants
He sent me eight hundred euros bitch
Cause he was in France
I'm touchin' all this dirty money
I gotta wash my hands
I heard my nigga stealin' from me
I gotta watch my mans
I don't wanna have to kill you nigga
Watch your hands
Just bought a brand new Glock
And it's not gon' jam
I just rolled a blunt of Runtz don't
Ask me can you hit it
Just cause the jugg in your name don't
Ask me can we split it pop a nigga up
Go to the funeral and ask who did it
I make five bands every
Year this around Christmas
You talkin down I'ma leave your
Body with the fishes
Paid five hundred for a fire
Promo from Lady Licious
She was just suckin' my dick
You tryna give her kisses
I never been to church
But paid fifteen hundred for some Christians
You tryna flex on Instagram but
We know you broke
This ain't no regular jacket I paid
Three racks for this coat
I tried to hit him for a
Band but he only sent four
I hit em with the re-rock script
And he sent some more
I don't wanna see you with no
Cup if you sippin' green
If you gon' do that there ain't
No point in even drinkin' lean
Yo bitch just sent a text and said
Can you come get in between?
I don't even wanna fuck you
You can just get on your knees
Failed every class cause I never
Got A's and B's
I can tell your buffs fake
Just look at the C's
I'ma be juggin TID like that nigga Sweez
She must say no to game
Get the head from her then I leave
I think the opps tired of me
Sliding now they want some peace
Loaded up my bitcoin went on
UNICC and bought another piece
We know that you don't own that car boy
That's just a lease
Beat your ass on camera, then I get on VLive
Fuck them stripper hoes
I just go to VLive to eat
If you ain't got at least a band
You need to take a seat
Since you ain't got what I got
You wanna take from me?
Since you ain't got enough to pay for it
You just take the beat
I'm tired of niggas bitches in
My DM's always dick suckin'
I seen you with some other niggas last week
Why you clique jumpin'?
If ain't nobody got a strap
My whole clique jumpin'
Stop actin like you spendin'
Money with the plug, you know he frontin'
Shoot a nigga then throw up on
Em' I got a weak stomach
Bands & Teejay why you run off if you
Know you gon' need somethin'
The plug just put a smile on my face
He said the lean comin'
Jugg canceled the payment on me
I think he must have seen somethin'
Don't pass me cause it ain't no thrax
Jugg called and say he ain't
Get his package, i told him chill
Relax package got lost
Send yo cheese so I can send it back
5 bands out the door nigga that's
What you call gettin waxed
She woulda thought I'm racist cause I
Got on this Off White
Before you get too comfortable hope you know
Bitch you can't spend the night
Another ham want a pair of shoes
Hold on wait a minute bitch I had
To throw the whip on cruise
The way she was suckin' dick had
To take off these designer shoes
Whoo, I told the clerk that my name was Jake
I almost blew this bitch thought she
Knew my ID was fake
Still with that bank shit
Little nigga you ever had Chase?
People say keep quiet
Fore' the police try to build a case
The police try to flck me with the piece
Then I'm gon' do the race
Countin' all this money I damn
Near had forgot the date
Before I try and slide I gotta make
Sure they ain't catch my face
Before I meet the plug gotta make
Sure he ain't seen my waist
If you ain't got 10 little nigga
Then get up out my face
I told her pop this Perc 30 little
Nigga she can get in the mood
They ask me what's my job
I said I sell all the latest shoes
Punches they gon' think we got these
Slides up in the Chevy Cruze
If you think shit sweet
You better ask your mans
I almost had to air this bitch
Out like we had a fan
My page got exposed the jugg found
Out it was a scam
You will never catch me no where
In a pair of Vans
You will never catch me out
Lackin' without 10 bands
I think I lost my mind
Spent a thousand dollars on a pair of pants
Keep runnin' off
I put ten thousand on your mans
Bitch don't ever say my government
Bitch you can call me Bands
Bitch I already told you I wanna
Fuck you and your fuckin' friends
Bitch I already told you be careful
These thousand dollar pants
He sent me eight hundred euros bitch
Cause he was in France
I'm touchin' all this dirty money
I gotta wash my hands
I heard my nigga stealin' from me
I gotta watch my mans
I don't wanna have to kill you nigga
Watch your hands
Just bought a brand new Glock
And it's not gon' jam
I just rolled a blunt of Runtz don't
Ask me can you hit it
Just cause the jugg in your name don't
Ask me can we split it pop a nigga up
Go to the funeral and ask who did it
I make five bands every
Year this around Christmas
You talkin down I'ma leave your
Body with the fishes
Paid five hundred for a fire
Promo from Lady Licious
She was just suckin' my dick
You tryna give her kisses
I never been to church
But paid fifteen hundred for some Christians
You tryna flex on Instagram but
We know you broke
This ain't no regular jacket I paid
Three racks for this coat
I tried to hit him for a
Band but he only sent four
I hit em with the re-rock script
And he sent some more
I don't wanna see you with no
Cup if you sippin' green
If you gon' do that there ain't
No point in even drinkin' lean
Yo bitch just sent a text and said
Can you come get in between?
I don't even wanna fuck you
You can just get on your knees
Failed every class cause I never
Got A's and B's
I can tell your buffs fake
Just look at the C's
I'ma be juggin TID like that nigga Sweez
She must say no to game
Get the head from her then I leave
I think the opps tired of me
Sliding now they want some peace
Loaded up my bitcoin went on
UNICC and bought another piece
We know that you don't own that car boy
That's just a lease
Beat your ass on camera, then I get on VLive
Fuck them stripper hoes
I just go to VLive to eat
If you ain't got at least a band
You need to take a seat
Since you ain't got what I got
You wanna take from me?
Since you ain't got enough to pay for it
You just take the beat
I'm tired of niggas bitches in
My DM's always dick suckin'
I seen you with some other niggas last week
Why you clique jumpin'?
If ain't nobody got a strap
My whole clique jumpin'
Stop actin like you spendin'
Money with the plug, you know he frontin'
Shoot a nigga then throw up on
Em' I got a weak stomach
Bands & Teejay why you run off if you
Know you gon' need somethin'
The plug just put a smile on my face
He said the lean comin'
Jugg canceled the payment on me
I think he must have seen somethin'