Bandz (feat. Yo Gotti & LunchMoney Lewis)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)

Hold my pants up (Racks)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Brr-brr)

Hold my pants up (Go-go)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)

Hold my pants up (Yeah)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt them Bandz they hold my pants up

I been broke all my life

Now I got my Bandz up

I just bought a new Ferrari and I chopped the doors off

I just drunk a pint of lean just so I can doze off

I gotta bad bitch out Toronto and she lookin' real thick

She say her boyfriend don't like me

I say he a real bitch

I got a foreign bae, foreign bae

She just wanna strip

I got a foreign clip, foreign clip

Glock up on my hip

That **** ran up on me homie, I took him on by myself

I do anything for you baby

You know I love you to death

Every time I fall in Louis

They like, "Sir, you need a belt"

I'm like "Hell naw, lil' bitch, I got them bands, I don't need no help"

(Fuck naw!)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hold my pants up (Whoa)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up (Let's go)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)

Hold my pants up

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up

Hold my pants up (Facts)

Damn, damn

Damn near died buyin' this Gucci belt

13 wit a Draco man

He fuck around and shoot himself

When I met Youngsta

He said, "Big homie, I'm wit you to the death"

I told 'em at CMG we go to war we never ask for help

Bandz on deck like a high school

Blood on my chain like a Piru

'Vette motor in a Chevrolet

**** wanna race, know I can't lose

Hoes swallow us like Hi-Chew

I'm a little pummeled like, why you

I'm a street fighter like Ryu

Walked in the bank like, "How you?" (Hi)

We get money, that's not a question are you **** dumb?

Big ol' crib in Beverly Hills

But I know where I'm from

They think a **** ex drug dealer

I went number 1

Street **** slash superstar slash keep my gun

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)

Aye, I'ma use a strap for that (Hold my pants up)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (CMG)

Hold my pants up (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Alright!)

Hold my pants up (For real)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)

Hold my pants up

Hold up ho

Bandz up

Hol up ho

Pants up

Hold up ho

Young & black

Hold up ho

And handsome

Hold up ho

I'ma burn

Hold up ho

Her top up

Hold up ho

Free my dog

Hold up ho

That's locked up

When I take off in that Lamb'

You know we kick rocks up

Go to war wit me, you know you need your Glocks up (Brrrr)

Soon as you get rich you know them haters pop up

You know haters respect haters

You know they gon' flock up

That **** ran up on me homie

I took him on by myself

I do anything for you baby

You know I love you to death

Every time I falled in Gucci

They like, "Sir, you need a belt"

I'm like "Hell naw, lil' bitch, I got them bands, I don't need no help"

(Fuck Naw!)

I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)

(Hold my pants up)

Yeah, yeah

And they hold my Bandz up

And I got Bandz up

Killed that shit

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