BANDEMIC Lyrics

Yea we running up mo'

Ohh Yea Yea

Preme

I hate it when these broke niggas talking like they did it before

But I treat the pandemic like a bandemic bitch Im running up mo'

I keep my chains on and my jeans on when Im fucking ya hoe

Im going wherever the money at put that shit on the floor

(Yea Yea)

I just ran up a big bag and it was in a drought

I had big bands before pandemic shut yo poor ass mouth

Ima run up all the big bands like a athlete

Lil mama pussy macaroni and I just be stacking cheese (Im stacking cheese)

Hunnids they all on me and I got bitches on me

And a new pendant on freeze

Im killing this shit I do it wit ease

I got ya hoe on her knees, It feel like she praising me

Yea, 3 peat hoes wanna come round and top me (Yea)

A Moncler bubble, and some money in a duffle

Why these niggas steady talking?

When they know that they dont wanna tussle (Uh Oh)

Why you niggas so broke?

You niggas really dont got hustle

I ran up a check, Im flexing so much

But I don't even got no muscles

Lil mama she blowing my mind

Yea, she want me to touch it

Let me slip inside of that pussy

Yea, you know Ima crush it

Diamonds on my neck and wrist

Yea, you know that they bussin'

Niggas dick sucking, act like they down

They know they wasn't

(Nah No)

You know that you wasn't

You wasn't down nigga couldn't even do nothing

But now Im and you want a lil something

Cant give you nothing

Made it from scratch bitch, I made it from nothing

I hate it when these broke niggas talking like they did it before

But I treat the pandemic like a bandemic bitch Im running up mo'

I keep my chains on and my jeans on when Im fucking ya hoe

Im going wherever the money at put that shit on the floor

(Yea Yea)

I just ran up a big bag and it was in a drought

I had big bands before pandemic shut yo poor ass mouth

Ima run up all the big bands like a athlete

Lil mama pussy macaroni and I just be stacking cheese (Im stacking cheese)

We sippin we sippin, them bottles is sure to bring bitches

That Moët it make her moe wet

Copped cases so now yo bitch dripping

(Okay) We tip'n We tip'n

That Fetti that gwala them digits

Y'all falling in love with these bitches, but I fell in love with the riches

Tha money it fall from the ceiling

And she drop it low just to get it

I'm making it rain, I'm feeling like god

I got all these bitches religious

Non stop sending hoes on Spirit

Bae you talking too much dont wanna hear it

Girl you wanna fall in love and I fear it

Type shit I dont even need near me

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