Bands (Freestyle)

You already know what's goin' on, it's all love Ayy, shout out OhGeesy, all that You know what's goin' on, long live Ketchy the Great We know the truth, n- Man Shots out the chop, his body drop, I just start laughin' Another police dead, his last words, "We should call captain" Look, bro, my Draco a real spitter, he should start rappin' He runnin' from the finance company, he's a carjacker Don't at me on the 'Gram if you ain't prepared to be a pallbearer I'm ridin' with this 40, left him stretched, he had a tall can Ain't been where I been if you ain't never had a Walkman Grab the icepick out a nice sock, then it was yard down Big bands, I sit and bick back, look at her chinstrap Mei Ling and Su Yung, I know they itchin' for some get-back Big facts, I let the K off, almost got whiplash Drakeo just did the "Bands" beat, run that shit back Big drums, I'm holdin' Big Pun when I bring the terror The only reason he got a gun by him 'cause he a sheriff Police-ass niggas could never sit with the mayor Mardi Gras, see the tits, we came here for Jerry, Jerry Very scary when these tips go in circles like Mary, Mary When he see me, all the liquid he dropped was canary yellow I'm a demon in my head, when I'm spittin', I'm very subtle All gas when I step the booth, my foot's very heavy Niggas sweet as Ben & Jerry's, leave 'em in a cemetery I don't need a pen and paper, niggas know just what I'm sayin' B-, I bought a stupid chop, it didn't come in with a brain in it What the f- these niggas thinkin'? I'm untouchable Unfuckwitable, how he did him was despicable I'm a danger in the coupe, yell, Mystikal Despicable me, I put him on a tee Even think about these chains, leave him like Lilo and Stitch Keep loadin' clips, n-, we know he dead Cheese on his head, n- leave him with rats Now he's a pack me on the way to the bank Do Drakeo the Ruler run the city? What you think? Ugh, that was nothin' The K keep bustin', nigga, I should've bought a muzzle We ain't finna scuffle, know you be with Archie Bunker I keep a thumper when I bump her 'cause I don't trust her Call in ten, bro, your girl in good hands, I know you love her Is this Drakeo? You f-' my b-? No, wrong number, n- What the f- you got goin' on, n-? Niggas know the truth You know what's goin' on Bands, always runnin' up them bands D- ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants Ugh Nigga, long live the Great So cold I do 'em, we on 2 Bands, bands, bands, bands