YFL Kelvin
Bands On Top Of Bands
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
VVS got the juice, hold up
Ayy

[Chorus]
Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it
Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers
Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass
Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands
Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it
Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers
Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass
Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands

[Verse 1]
Bitch, don't move wrong
I got shooters that's gon' dump you
Plugs that ain't gon' front you
Call from when I come through
Rollie two-tone, block your shot to my buckle
Turned up and said fuck you
Got this shit off the muscle
Dirty steppin', huff what I be reppin'
Know it'll be these bitches' blessing
My n***a said he served the reverend
All the gangsters up in heaven
Lookin' sideways, they gon' shoot your face off
Blind to the fuck shit, I feel like Ray Charles
Bitch can't get no money, get this treatment then I'm leavin'
Can't do no relationships, I fuck once for a reason
All my diamonds shinin', they surprised when they see me
Prayin' on my downfall and still wanna be me
[Chorus]
Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it
Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers
Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass
Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands
Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it
Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers
Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass
Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm the opp blocks, sending shots, tryna kill 'em
Catch 'em, I'm gon' split 'em
Bet his whole hood miss him
Selling straight drop, fentanyl gon' kill 'em
Free the bros out the system
Any n***a die, we don't take them
I'm a stepper, I be steady steppin'
N***as 12 like 9-11
Mama told me wash the dishes
I was busy in them trenches
Talkin' all that gangster shit, I'm gon' shoot your face off
Blind to that tough shit, I feel like Ray Charles
Dummy, think I'm lackin' if you want, lil' bitch, I'm squeezin'
.223's, they penetrate his body, now he bleeding
Walked in with a mug, now everybody say I'm demon
No cap in my raps, lil' bitch, my glizzy do be singing
[Chorus]
Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it
Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers
Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass
Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands
Smell the bag when I come through, I ain't tryna sell it
Flier than propellers, mobbin' with some steppers
Bitch, don't look wrong in my section, spazz on your ass
Mash on the gas, bands on top of bands