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Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh

Yeah
What's wrong with you, uh, yeah
Boy you got issues, uh
Got the fire, got the pistol, uh
Nigga clean like a bristle, uh
There's a beam on a missile, uh
Make 'em see another visual
Outta body make it spiritual, huh
Yeah

Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh

I run it up, show them what's up
Keep it a stack 'cause I keep it a buck
Came up from nothin' 'cause I gotta be humble
I gotta be stuntin' not showing the hustle
Say you wanna go get it
Know I'm countin' them hundreds, them fifties
Pulling bitches you think that are pretty
Fuck around I been showing your city
I'm not with that talking I'm witty
I pull out my phone, put a hit on your dome
All my niggas gon' aim at your [?]
You ain't making it home, if you think that you're grown
I can quickly change up your opinion
Did this shit on my own, you can leave me alone
If you gotta say somethin' then spit it
Got it on me, they think that I'm playin' 'round
This that shit that gon' make niggas lay down
If you tryna talk [?] get sprayed down
Going hard, going dumb like a ape now
Bend her over, ass up and her face down
I do not have no time to go chase 'round
I do not have no time to go lay around
'Cause I got so much money to make now

Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh
Walk 'round with my bands, uh
Walk 'round with my hands, uh