[Intro: Kai Bandz]
Bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my—
Ayy, huh

[Chorus: Kai Bandz]
Huh, bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my dog, he damn near ran on me
It's all good, this dog shit mean it's bands on me
Huh, could show a ten-ball, huh, twenty-ball
Huh, thirty-ball, and a fifty-ball, huh
I can skip the forty, n***a, 'cause it's in my drawers, huh
These some Off-White kicks, these ain't Off The Wall

[Verse 1: Kai Bandz]
Roll a white paper, sip some juice, it's gon' get me loose
Just crashed a V8 in Clyde's name, it was a rental too
Done blew through a birdie in three months, now I'm a bigger dude
Been steppin' all week in high fashion, I need some bigger shoes
Top shotta, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Hit the road, I just drove some miles for these blues
Me versus you? She'll choose, I bet you lose
I ain't even try to walk this beat, tried to play it cool
Don't turn me down in this bitch, turn me up, huh
Yeah, I was down back then, but now I'm up, huh
Dreamed about the Benz and the Bentley truck
Now I'm in a foreign and the seats is fucked
Stay in your lane, lil' n***a, you might crash
I just smoke, sit back, and get a bag
Huh, been gettin' money (Okay, I did that)
Huh, these bands keep comin' (I know, I get that)
Huh, walk up in this bitch like, "How you doin'?"
Soon as I walk up in this bitch, they get influenced
If I showed you how to ball, it's up to you to go and do it
I don't even try to do it, I just make get money music, huh
But they been knew that, though, that's my slogan
Skinny n***a, pockets buff as Hulk Hogan
And this shit still serious like Joker, but I ain't jokin'
I swear these bands keep pokin' or it's the stick that I'm totin'?
[Chorus: Kai Bandz]
Huh, bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my dog, he damn near ran on me
It's all good, this dog shit mean it's bands on me
Huh, could show a ten-ball, huh, twenty-ball
Huh, thirty-ball, and a fifty-ball, huh
I can skip the forty, n***a, 'cause it's in my drawers, huh
These some Off-White kicks, these ain't Off The Wall

[Verse 2: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, don't you see me in these Prada kicks? These ain't no fuckin' Yeezys
Wanna meet and greet the Boutabag n***a? Pay to see me
I see your bitch in my face, but she don't get no freebie
Want my attention, baby girl, say, "DB, bleed me"
I just need some klocks and a bitch who eat dick like Reese's
Ever since I got that bag on me, bitches actin' freaky
Bitch, I could show a dub or I could throw a dub
Probably in the club, bitch, and we off these drugs
Got too many diamonds on my body, n***a, watch your mug
We in Cali, so I know some Crip n***as and I know some Bloods
Approach me with some new feets and some new cleats
We could do the foreign whips, bitch, and the SRTs
I'm in LaLa Land, ballin' with your bitch like I'm CP3
She don't want that lame-ass n***a, yeah, she want DB
I'm in my bag, but I'll still hit the road with the B's and P's
And wears Gucci all moods, she checkin' in with the M-O-B
She ain't around, but you hold your bitch down, n***a, P-O-P
And all that N-O gang shit got you lookin' like a C-O-P (Like a cop)
[Chorus: Kai Bandz]
Huh, bands on me, huh, slam on me
Huh, rollers try to blurp, we out the jam, homie
I was sick at my dog, he damn near ran on me
It's all good, this dog shit mean it's bands on me
Huh, could show a ten-ball, huh, twenty-ball
Huh, thirty-ball, and a fifty-ball, huh
I can skip the forty, n***a, 'cause it's in my drawers, huh
These some Off-White kicks, these ain't Off The Wall