L'A Capone - All These Bandz Better Version lyrics

[Chorus] Bands, I got all these bands. I got all these bands. I got all these (x4) [Verse 1: L'a Capone] D Block be my clan. p**y n***a, we ain't playin Back of the club we in. Young n***as eatin' You dudes are pretend. 60th is my land BO8 Come in, Bank of America come in (not sure about this line) Everybody with free band, everybody get free bands Dont care what you sayin, we finesse gang (?) hang off my a**, bullets come, better think fast We eat steak, you fast. Im first place, you last All we do is ball now, we gon' hit the mall now He can try and rob me, bet his a** fall down We be in them cars. Them fast foreign cars Poke a n***a my night job. Poke for his day job For them [Hook : JB BinLaden] [Verse 2: JB BinLaden] Gucci, ferragamo. Ima tear the wall down Neiman Marcus shopping, b**h ima tear the mall down All we do is ball now, all these b**hes call now Try to run up on me, boy, I bet you fall down b**h you ain't bout nothin, go get you some money Them n***as with me hunting, Finessin' for your money In traffic with them hitta, we bussin of them hitta Them b**hes take a picture, im feelin like that n***a An Instragram fanatic, my semi, automatic And we will let you have it, put yo a** in a casket Then go roll up a swisher, im steady stackin figures Do not f** with my figures or ambulance come pick up you and your mans And BO8 my mans. And chase back down them bands And I be with my mans, blowin loud, both fans Bands bustin out them pants, God Damn [Chorus]