Big Bands Testo

(Akachi on the beat lil' bitch)
(Joey Trap is daddy, fuck all them other rappers)

Look
Big watch, big bands huh?
Got your main bitch, looking like a fan huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest I can't stand up
20 niggas' bitches in my crib, make my bed rock
30 bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's softer that's a true queen No one's tryna' cuff me all these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyway these bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga won't beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this 30 on my hip finna handle you
Talkin' on that internet, I never was a fan of it
He done seen a Nina by my nuts and he ran from it
Dumb nigga just a track star, used to ride the bus now I'm sliding in that fast car, NASCAR
Switch lanes, swerving this a jaguar
Stupid-ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
It's prolly' because I never asked asked they name when they came through!

Two X on my belt, but this Fendi
Two S, but I'll never [?]
I got two racks chilling in my hand, off the xanny
She asked for a sip, stupid bitch I'm not friendly
Dummy, Aye
I be gassin', bring two things lil' bitch I be cashin' Shake that ass, lil' bitch you be spazzin'
Ain't no foreign. lil' bitch this a Hasten
Over, aye
Get it back though, stupid-ass niggas thought they finna get a pass though
Runnin' through them bands, we ain't know a nigga fast though (Look)
If I was a comic book they'd prolly call me flash, ho

Big watch, big bands huh?
Got your main bitch, looking like a fan huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest I can't stand up
20 niggas' bitches in my crib, make my bed rock
30 bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's softer that's a true queen
No one's tryna' cuff me all these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyway these bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga won't beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this 30 on my hip finna handle you
Talkin' on that internet, I never was a fan of it
He done seen a Nina by my nuts and he ran from it
Dumb nigga just a track star, used to ride the bus now I'm sliding in that fast car, NASCAR
Switch lanes, swerving this a jaguar
Stupid-ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
It's prolly' because I never asked asked they name when they came through!