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Bandz Up

by Pacii

Produced By Los Cj

[Hook: Pacii]

Broke niggas throw your hands up
I'm throwing bands up 3x
Everybody in the club throw your hands up
I'm throwing bands up 2x
Broke niggas throw your hands up
I'm throwing bands up 2x
Everybody in the club throw your hands up
I'm throwing bands up 2x

[Verse 1: Pacii]

I be in the club throwing bands up
Copped a Louie belt to keep my pants up
Bitches ran from me when I was dead broke
Now they coming to me but they a damn joke

Im on this paper chase
Im at the finish line, ya'll niggas still at base
All my niggas eatin' ya'll ain't even say ya grace
Bars out this world catch me up in space
Stuntin' on these hoes get'em like i'm suppose

Bag'em fuck'em leave em you know how that goes
Fuck'em never cuff'em then pass em to the bros
I swear these hoes ain't nada
I chang'em like I change my Louie and my Prada

Rock the mic like sedimentary
Rock Niggas straight to the cemetery
My niggas got guns like the military
Ya'll niggas temporary im legendary

It gets nasty it gets gross
When Los on the beat
Yo feet ya'll can't compete my team is elite
Everything on fleek Check the receipt
Che, che check the receipt


[Hook: Pacii]


[Verse 2: Akaey]

I get it i get it i got it
Greens up here and i'm right behind it
Money on my mind i stay with this shit
Problems nada if she fucking with G

...fuck you if you disagree
Ass so fat then she low it on me
I'm as real as they come
Realest there is
Drop shit for you to miss
Skilled to kill cause it is real
Uh..,

Im nasty when it comes to it all
Hit a bitch with a call , do it all in the hall
I ball so hard i ain't never finna fall
I'm on the run from the morning til the dawn
From the bottom to the top we on...
Living to die but we'll survive
I've been ready since ninety five

Bands up i put in work
Ain't no luck i deserve the buck
Shes on my sac then i'm on that cake
Shes talkin gaup how much i make?

I fuck that bitch then leave that bitch
Life with no regrets
Success in the path as we takin steps
No limitation we up next

Fuck competition we the ones gettin checks
Can't trust a soul all these niggas is snakes
Love no bitch all these bitches is fakes
Ain't talkin money you can keep yo distance
Greatest up in this boy you bout to witness

[Hook: Pacii]