David Shawty, BBY GOYARD, Hezelaflare - BANDSINMYSTOMACH lyrics
[David Shawty, BBY GOYARD, Hezelaflare - BANDSINMYSTOMACH lyrics]
Bands in my stomach, I'm 'bout to throw up
Told 'em I'd meet 'em, I didn't show up
Shit goes down, I'm still going up
No, you can't park with me
You'll get towed up
Bands in my stomach like I got a stomach flu
This money come and go
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come in twos
You just got played, ha
Now we don't fuck with you
Ayy, karma come 'round like a hula hoop
Ayy, I really upgraded from dirty shoes
Ayy, I really kick shit in
The trap with my dawgs
Think she got cootie-coos
I got a keep it cool and that
I can't tell you what I been through
I just text gang, "Nigga
What's the move?" speak with your actions
Don't kick it with ratchets
Flipping that pack and it looking like magic
I'm in Atlanta, I'm looking like
I gеt that bitch, she acrobatic
Thirty pack, I'm going at it
Uh, I work magic
Why the fuck you so attractive?
Forеign motors, skrrt the traffic
Hop out Porsches, back to back
Smoking cabbage, suck the cabbage foreign
Bitch, I don't even need a break, bet, no
Run this shit, lil' mama buy me drugs
I'm finna put 'em in my tummy tum
Bands in my stomach, I'm 'bout to throw up
Told 'em I'd meet 'em, I didn't show up
Shit goes down, I'm still going up
No, you can't park with me
You'll get towed up
Bands in my stomach like I got a stomach flu
This money come and go
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come in twos (David)
You just got played, ha
Now we don't fuck with you (David)
Told 'em I'd meet 'em, I didn't show up
Shit goes down, I'm still going up
No, you can't park with me
You'll get towed up
Bands in my stomach like I got a stomach flu
This money come and go
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come in twos
You just got played, ha
Now we don't fuck with you
Ayy, karma come 'round like a hula hoop
Ayy, I really upgraded from dirty shoes
Ayy, I really kick shit in
The trap with my dawgs
Think she got cootie-coos
I got a keep it cool and that
I can't tell you what I been through
I just text gang, "Nigga
What's the move?" speak with your actions
Don't kick it with ratchets
Flipping that pack and it looking like magic
I'm in Atlanta, I'm looking like
I gеt that bitch, she acrobatic
Thirty pack, I'm going at it
Uh, I work magic
Why the fuck you so attractive?
Forеign motors, skrrt the traffic
Hop out Porsches, back to back
Smoking cabbage, suck the cabbage foreign
Bitch, I don't even need a break, bet, no
Run this shit, lil' mama buy me drugs
I'm finna put 'em in my tummy tum
Bands in my stomach, I'm 'bout to throw up
Told 'em I'd meet 'em, I didn't show up
Shit goes down, I'm still going up
No, you can't park with me
You'll get towed up
Bands in my stomach like I got a stomach flu
This money come and go
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come and choose
These bitches come in twos (David)
You just got played, ha
Now we don't fuck with you (David)