Fuck Up Some Bandz

Hook: GC

You know I got that pole sitting right up on my lap
Yo bitch she gone go cuz she know I’m the man
Being broke as hell, naw I ain't close to that
Hit the mall up money stuffed up in my pants
Im gone go fuck up some bands, Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands I’m gone go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands, Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands I’m gone go fuck up some bands
Bandz Bitch

Verse 1: GC

Im gone go fuck up some bands
Keep my hands up out these problems cuz shit could get out of hand
GOD up in this Bitch the ground I walk upon is holy land
Time is money, they both going fast, Im walking on some quick sand
This bitch need a new phone, I bust all on her face and get her ass the family plan
She don’t fuck with you, she lied straight to your face like an anchorman
Yeah I’m from the Go but really Im from bethlehem
Boy you faker than 2pac’s hologram
Your name on these bullets like yo ass gave me an autograph
I got lean up in my cup, got some weed up in my blunt
Money and drugs up in a brief case
In the studio turning the booth in to a fire place
Im on a paper chase until I’m up in heavens gates
Blunts so swoll when I’m smoking its like I’m lifting weights
Stay humble , pay respect and you’ll get paid
You’ll get laid cuz them hoes be all over where that money lay

Hook: GC

You know I got that pole sitting right up on my lap
Yo bitch she gone go cuz she know I’m the man
Being broke as hell, naw I ain't close to that
Hit the mall up money stuffed up in my pants
Im gone go fuck up some bands, Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands I’m gone go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands, Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands I’m gone go fuck up some bands
Bandz Bitch

Verse 2: Talley Of 300

Niggas mad because these hoes on me
The knots got my thighs swole on me
Pole on me don't roll on me
It's only one way its going to go homie
Been chasing bands like I'm sack racing
Stack it up my racks' raising
No wedding but I'm that cake
And now it's time for me to go and act crazy
Im splurging, check out my chains
I got jays on top of jays
I know they hate Tell 'em but hey
I been coppin' key on top of key
Stay on a mission, I'll never quit
Go get them benjis that won't ever change
Stay on my pimpin' No I ain't with it
So you know them bitches can not get a thing
But I'm playing with them racks
Like titties in my hands
I been fuckin' up them bands
Run that shit up with my mans
Oz after Oz we blow that, marching band
Money got her in a trance
And now your bitch a fan, yeah
Get money state after state
I'm eating bitch plate after plate
Get weight off like I'm Ricki Lake
Yeah I'm sorry If you can't relate
No strip club But Ima throw it
I ain't trippin there is more in the safe
Ain't no pressure if I blow it
Because I know there's more on the way, yeah

Hook: GC

You know I got that pole sitting right up on my lap
Yo bitch she gone go cuz she know I’m the man
Being broke as hell, naw I ain't close to that
Hit the mall up money stuffed up in my pants
Im gone go fuck up some bands, Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands I’m gone go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands, Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands I’m gone go fuck up some bands
Bandz Bitch