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i got bands - jj soyke & yung roddo lyrics

yo jj run that sh*t back

[hook]
(yo jj run that sh*t back)
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it

[verse 1: yung roddo]
i got bands
these n*ggas hating because i got so many fans
n*ggas can’t do sh*t because they know my diamonds dance
these b*tches f*cking with me and liking my bands
these b*tches pulling my pants, we pull up shooting your mans
and i’m the man with the plan
might take a trip out to france
b*tch what the f*ck is romance?
you cannot come in*demand, you b*tches can’t have a chance
but all ya’ll b*tches can glance, shake that ass and don’t stand
you know my money expand
these n*ggas hold out they hand
they know that sh*t really canned
these n*ggas do what they can, but i be gone off a xan
i’m trynna get us some lambs i’m with my n*ggas no band
these p*ssy n*ggas get banned, n0body don’t understand
my n*ggas with me, they clan
we pulled that drac on your man
we might pull up in a van
we might put holes in your mans
you p*ssy n*ggas be fans, we steady running up bands
we scr*ping pots and the pans, i f*ck your b*tch with no hands
[hook]
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it

[verse 2: jj soyke]
shots popping out the back of the sprinter on the freeway
i just tapped your b*tch on her motherf*cking b*day
balling like i’m kobe i’m coming toting like d*day
sipping on this potion, slipping lotion, why my seat wet?
i drip like i’m gunna i got b*tches in the hotel
your dog got clapped up but your gang is saying “oh well”
f*cking on your b*tch she a 6 off the moet
and all my mans toting on stick you don’t go there
double it, f*ck it
the money cuddle it
running it, bundle it
crumble it
i will f*ck up all of your “brothers” and that’s in quotes
they wouldn’t fight for you on the gang you don’t know
they wouldn’t die for you on the gang you don’t know
they wouldn’t ride for you on the gang they don’t know
i be with my brothers demons always on go
and if you got a problem then you better up a pole
cause we coming deep and i ain’t talking bout a hole
[hook]
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it, aye

[verse 3: jj soyke & yung roddo]
diamonds be dripping water, your b*tch got that florida water
your b*tch she be gripping on it, i’m making your b*tch retarted
i might just go f*ck your daughter, play with me you might get slaughtered
your b*tch she be l!cking on it, she said that i hit the target
got choppas we can’t be h**rders, no questions you can’t record us
we deep pull the pistole on him, off rip i’mma get it started
these b*tches know we cold*hearted, we pull up get this sh*t started
got sauce ain’t gon drip it on him, we tripping like rick and morty
[hook]
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it
i got bands
all of my diamonds dripping like fountains
i got fans
could have f*cked your b*tch but i ain’t with it
you got slammed
imma pull up and sn*tch your fake fendi
do my dance
i got the stats for both us to make it, aye

- jj soyke yung roddo lyrics

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