"Bands" lyrics

I done ran up them bands to the ceiling
Gotta go get it back if I spend it
Serving bags in the back of the Bentley
Now I got niggas mad cause we winning
I ain't pose to react to the dissin?
When I walk round I'm packing a smithen
Really came out the mud I was gifted
Stayed a hunnid it made me a million

We were serving them packs on the corner
If we didn't we couldn't get what we wanted
All the niggas I hung with was older
And my ese get packs from the border
My bitch she a brat and I spoil her
I got rich and invested in armor
I be tryna thank every supporter
He gon' drown if he dive in that water

All the hoes wanna fuck cause I'm hot now
I be friends with a bitch when I pop out
They know quincho connected like WiFi
Put the Glock on his toe make him cha cha
Bitches tryna find out what I got now
They don't know but they know it's a lot now
Big shoes I can walk on the sky now
Bitch I'm a problem just wait till they find out
Straight from the dirt and it took me some time but I got on my grind and would climb me a ladder
He talkin' bout he gon' do this and that when he see me
I told him it don't even matter
I know she like how I'm stepping in line cause I'm repping the Texas just being my grammar
Black and white coupe I might get me a panda
Is you riding or not bitch I need me an answer

I done ran up them bands to the ceiling
Gotta go get it back if I spend it
Serving bags in the back of the Bentley
Now I got niggas mad cause we winning
I ain't pose to react to the dissin?
When I walk round I'm packing a smithen
Really came out the mud I was gifted
Stayed a hunnid it made me a million