BSD.U - 23 Bands lyrics

[Verse 1: Stan The Third] A muhhf**ing beat bandit Trying to get these bands up The bank been abandoned Gotta understand in the land of the bandwagon White collar, white man But the son pants sagging While we get shot for standing A bandstand for damn Stan to fan out A broadband of bad b**hes, ain't no reason to pout Go bandicoot up in her cooter, bury that with no sprout Her bandana blue leggings and she strut with a doubt I'm tryna, make the band and make a band then disband it When its time for my transit, put contraband in the casket Wrist dance need a wristband I'm cooking up cla**ics Banderilla through the bullsh** and throw them a bandage Banned from the band cla**, only played the C notes A cut above my brothers, better bandwidth for free throws Better band with or stand against and get disposed Gold bands for the sound, expose my propose Like I'm a husband to these melodies Feeling blue, sipping yellow, blowing mellow trees Feel the pressure when I prompt myself for pleasantries Bout the bands, matrimony got me heavenly So don't abandon me