Bandman by OG Twelve Lyrics
[Chorus:]
Got a pocket full of big bands
Big 40 in my pants
Work high we taxing
Drought time we in demand
(Repeat)
It ain't hard, take yo broad
Tell that bitch to play her part
Slangin hard, make ya mark
Ranger in the danger park
Jumping in jumping out
Get money what we bout
You get in what you put out
Don’t do shit for the clout
We pop seals and we crack codes
Drive slow on the back roads
Break a bitch and we Mack hoes
Don't get too attached to those
You marry hoes and we divorce em'
We hand em’ out never hoard em'
Do what I say give em' orders
Put ya mouth on the dick bitch, snorkel
Slang pills like a nurse got Tylenol
& she gone suck the dick til I'm noddin off
Heard ya man got shot, we was not involved
All them boys pussy they not ya dogs
Say he wanna cop 10 mo
Cause he, think the numbers gone get low
No deals we don't do those
How you think we getting rich hoe
[Chorus:]
Got a pocket full of big bands
Big 40 in my pants
Work high we taxing
Drought time we in demand
(Repeat)
I don't understand how you deal with these mans without bands
All the niggas I fuck wit get money
Stop it!
They don't have enough
They'll never have enough cash to defeat BandMan
Got a pocket full of big bands
Big 40 in my pants
Work high we taxing
Drought time we in demand
(Repeat)
It ain't hard, take yo broad
Tell that bitch to play her part
Slangin hard, make ya mark
Ranger in the danger park
Jumping in jumping out
Get money what we bout
You get in what you put out
Don’t do shit for the clout
We pop seals and we crack codes
Drive slow on the back roads
Break a bitch and we Mack hoes
Don't get too attached to those
You marry hoes and we divorce em'
We hand em’ out never hoard em'
Do what I say give em' orders
Put ya mouth on the dick bitch, snorkel
Slang pills like a nurse got Tylenol
& she gone suck the dick til I'm noddin off
Heard ya man got shot, we was not involved
All them boys pussy they not ya dogs
Say he wanna cop 10 mo
Cause he, think the numbers gone get low
No deals we don't do those
How you think we getting rich hoe
[Chorus:]
Got a pocket full of big bands
Big 40 in my pants
Work high we taxing
Drought time we in demand
(Repeat)
I don't understand how you deal with these mans without bands
All the niggas I fuck wit get money
Stop it!
They don't have enough
They'll never have enough cash to defeat BandMan