Kid Glo - Headband lyrics
[Kid Glo - Headband lyrics]
Baggin all the dope up im the pacman
And im runnin all bands up im the bandman
Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn
Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband
Fendi flip flops i got the sauce
And my pockets lookin like rick ross
I don't even wear the clothes i bought
Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all
Livin out here like im in the jungle
1 step at time damn
I can't afford to stumble
What was that boy was u talkin or a mumble
I don't think i heard nun i
Show u what this gun do
Damn, i ain't hear a sound
Silencer make sure that i ain't found
Gotta stay lowkey, ain't rockin wit no police
Ain't fuckin wit no phonies and
I ain't got homies
They see i got the sauce they tryna take it
U can keep the style because i made it
Im livin in a mansion and
U livin in a basement
Free all the gang swear it
Ain't been the same since
Baggin all the dope up im the pacman
And im runnin all bands up im the bandman
Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn
Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband
Fendi flip flops i got the sauce
And my pockets lookin like rick ross
I don't even wear the clothes i bought
Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all
Ballin but i can't even pass the ball
Yea these niggas tryna hate but
My money stand tall
Hit a juug on a nigga for the low
Got these diamonds on my neck and
They don't even got no floss
Shoot a 30 out that Glock got him runnin now
Pushin weight in a foreign bitch
A moved a pound
Old hoes yea the turnin into groupies now
If he fuckin with the gang
Imma shoot him down
Imma band man, i do xan man
I got OG in my headband
All black coupe, like im batman
You want smoke then, you a dead man
Baggin all the dope up im the pacman
And im runnin all bands up im the bandman
Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn
Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband
Fendi flip flops i got the sauce
And my pockets lookin like rick ross
I don't even wear the clothes i bought
Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all
And im runnin all bands up im the bandman
Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn
Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband
Fendi flip flops i got the sauce
And my pockets lookin like rick ross
I don't even wear the clothes i bought
Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all
Livin out here like im in the jungle
1 step at time damn
I can't afford to stumble
What was that boy was u talkin or a mumble
I don't think i heard nun i
Show u what this gun do
Damn, i ain't hear a sound
Silencer make sure that i ain't found
Gotta stay lowkey, ain't rockin wit no police
Ain't fuckin wit no phonies and
I ain't got homies
They see i got the sauce they tryna take it
U can keep the style because i made it
Im livin in a mansion and
U livin in a basement
Free all the gang swear it
Ain't been the same since
Baggin all the dope up im the pacman
And im runnin all bands up im the bandman
Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn
Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband
Fendi flip flops i got the sauce
And my pockets lookin like rick ross
I don't even wear the clothes i bought
Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all
Ballin but i can't even pass the ball
Yea these niggas tryna hate but
My money stand tall
Hit a juug on a nigga for the low
Got these diamonds on my neck and
They don't even got no floss
Shoot a 30 out that Glock got him runnin now
Pushin weight in a foreign bitch
A moved a pound
Old hoes yea the turnin into groupies now
If he fuckin with the gang
Imma shoot him down
Imma band man, i do xan man
I got OG in my headband
All black coupe, like im batman
You want smoke then, you a dead man
Baggin all the dope up im the pacman
And im runnin all bands up im the bandman
Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn
Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband
Fendi flip flops i got the sauce
And my pockets lookin like rick ross
I don't even wear the clothes i bought
Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all