Band4Band

I'm not in the mood
Cause my flight delayed
So I jumped on a private jet
And I'm asking the pilot the ETA
Lambo parked on the landing strip
Everyone in my gang and my DJ paid
Why's my man talking 'bout Inshallah
These times he don't even pray
Why's my man wearing a Jesus piece
How did she squeeze in them jeans
Big behind and petitest waist
Take time with the GBG
We don't beef nobody like GBK
Woke up on the wrong side of bed
So he's gonna get slapped
If I don't have my P's today
I love my young boy
I won't lead him 'stray
I'm stuck to Lil Bro like PVA
Paid already
I don't need no hit song
We don't need ID
Lil Bro seventeen in the club
He ain't scrolling TikTok
F's just saw him a thick one, which one
Who do you want, bro, pick one
If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one
Matter of time till I get them all ticked off
Alright

We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Quarter mill' for the Maybach truck
Double R with the factory rims
I got the Ninety, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus
I'm really a threat
It's got to the point that I don't even care
I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear

Bro do it for some shoes and some clothes
You should see what he'll do for a necklace
Rari truck look like a spider
It's crawling a dollar on just the accessories (Damn)
She make me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura
I think I'm obsessed with her
They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way
He had a death wish
I get right under they skin
I don't even try, I guess I can't help it
I'ma have love for bro for life
If we talk or not, I stepped with 'em
Of course you can beat me at talking
Ain't no back and forth, wait till we catch up with him
Knocking a bag and making the opposite mad
I done fell in love with it
UK Selfridges with a cute one
Bank account look good, this a new one
You the type like to type on computers
Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter
Top ten, but she don't act boujie
Me and your friends, we can go to Aruba
Hit France, it depend on my mood
This a Maybach van, this ain't no Uber

We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Mama got a body like Kim and them
Mama been killin' that gym
We can go watch for watch
From chain to chain, to rings, I'm him
I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit
Land in London and go to the ends

We can go band for band
Fuck that, we can go M for M
Quarter mill' for the Maybach truck
Double R with the factory rims
I got the Ninety, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus
I'm really a threat
It's got to the point that I don't even care
I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear