The Bandman

All my ex’s still in love

They know they in love wit me

Bad bitch named Chanel

So I bought her double C’s

I got prada on my fit

Now everybody proud of me

They said what happened to your car

That’s just one I got three

Half a million on a ticket

Look like millions when I’m in it

Two basket balls in her ass it be bouncing when I’m in it

Grim reaper I’m the type of nigga

You don’t want to visit

One man army like Druski

I’m standin on business

I ain’t worried bout no beef

Push the button R.I.P

I ain’t tryna go on dates

Bitch I’m only tryna link

Bought my bitch a new Benz

Keep that pussy on sink

She be goin crazy on the D

I think she need a shrink

All this money in my pocket nigga

I’m like fuck a wallet

I rock lavish when I’m being modest

I don’t need no stylist

If I wife a R&B bitch gotta be a Tyla

Already made her sweat

Already made her water

I’m The Bandman

I’m The Bandman

I been throwin out them bands

I’m The Bandman

I keep a drum and a stick

Cause I’m The Bandman

Yea I’m handing out bands

I’m The Bandman

Niggas cold but im colder

Ice flakes cold shoulder

Rollin up like a boulder

Stay down what I told her

Goin up rollercoaster

Burning bread keep a toaster

If she rude I don’t want her

Hella wise as I get older Aye

I ain’t worried about a bitch

I been getting to that bag

I’m on the phone wit Lil B

He invited swag (Swag)

I don’t need new friendships

They get sinking

I be in my bitch head

I know what she be thinking

Now the west back