I'm a band man, count bands man, off the key stand Keep me in the trap with 10k47 Don't play with this new trigger from my whip end Young Diego money, but call me the Jewelman Neck all gold, no etone poles 30 with the red dot, aiming it at your nose Look at my wrist, it'll leave you froze We ain't smoking, I know grandma smoking out her bowl One phone call, have my shooters at your throat They don't want smoke, know you love smoke Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke You can come to the hood if you want the dope I shoot the K into that motherfucker shaking smoke These niggas talking niggas, lame niggas going Yeah I put that mother*** K into his *** throat Pussy boy make it home Pop up at the cup, we get up with ya Smoke him down like a damn swisher *** a thot cause I need my bands bigger Thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her Yeah my mans hit her so I gotta swish her Yeah my mans hit her, I let blast swish her Call a blast, yeah yeah he's a ass kicker Call a baby, yeah yeah he's a class ditcher Call a shooter, yeah I gotta blast nigga Gotta blast, leave you in the past nigga I was ditching class for the cash nigga These niggas talking, but I'm on they ass nigga Couldn't get that money, had to get it fast nigga I didn't do no work, just count that cash nigga I just count the cash nigga Run it up, I always count the cash nigga I know the notes, I always knew that math nigga Hunt it up, I always knew the math nigga I was talking hell and back nigga Checking and I'm staying back I'm on my scan nigga Flipping back nigga