Jay Critch – Bands Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La Música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
Broke-ass nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass boy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might put a bitty out (skrrt)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no hand out (rich)
I’ma blocka, she a bird (brrr)
Whole team rich forever, it’s my word (huh?)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same boujee bitches callin’, now they stalkin’ me (bitch)
All I know, I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag)
Ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em [?]
She too extra (extra)
Don’t do lectures (no)
Want Saleesha or Alexa (or what?)
Rich Forever, bitch, we got no extras (no bitch, huh?)
Bitch, I been ballin’ on reefer (on reefer)
Fuck her one time, then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds, they clear as the TV (whoa)
My water on my wrist is on Figi
Money too tall, they growin’ up (growin’ up)
My plug on Molly, do dohnuts (skrrt)
He tol’ me my pockets’ll swole up (whoa)
You gettin’ to close, bitch, hol’ up

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it ’til they make it (hey)
They be too [?] to the basement
Gotta show out, trap a bag of the aces
Diamonds froze now, yeah my chain different races
I’m spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (relations)
We the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks is amazing (amazing)
Oh, you flexin’ with packs?
We gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (basement)
We ain’t trappin’
Make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I race it (skrrt)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it
All these broke niggas is talkin’, can’t take it (take it)
We gon’ put up those shots, it’s the Matrix (bow)
Put a fave in the clutch like [?]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it

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