YS Pablo - Bands and Braggadocio Lyrics

Huh
Pull up in a Maybach (Maybach)
Doing 80 in a 30 feeling laid back (Laid back)
Kill the beat, Ima do it like it's payback (Payback)
Counting bands, Ion ever gotta pay tax (Pay tax)
All these haters be like, "Why he say that" (Say that)
Cuz they know they be fake like a spray tan (spray tan)
I ain't throwing no shade like it's Ray Bans (Ray Bans)
I just give em the hands like I'm Rayman (Rayman)
With yo girl got her singing soprano
I ain't hanging with none of you randos
Like the Migos, hit licks in the bando
On the gram, takin flicks with the angles
I suggest you think twice fore you step to me
If you do, heat you up like rotisserie
I been keeping the heater religiously
Ima light up an opp so maliciously
I be serving the flow so proficiently
I been stacking my bands to infinity
I be running up digits instinctively
All this money give me serendipity
All these other rappers lack ability
Guarantee you nobody as ill as me
I be killing the game so prodigiously
Where's my crown, I'm the king of the industry
They say I'm a lyrical prodigy
If I offended you, there's no apology
I won't let no one impede my autonomy
I just be counting the green like ecology
Stack up the bread and the green like it's lettuce
I murder the flow and the beat with a vengeance
And I don't be minding the hate and the prejudice
Use it as fuel while they call me they nemesis
Way I be flowing so graceful and eloquent
Lyrical boasting, I'm setting the precedent
Killing the beat, ain't no mercy or hesitance
Takin the track and I make it my residence
Modern day classic, I'm keeping it relevant
My money be long like an elephant
Man of the people, like Pablo for president
Ain't even cussing, I'm pure like a celibate
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
With yo girl and she doing gymnastics
Ima stretch out the bands like elastic
I be stacking this paper no plastic
All this green got me feeling so ratchet
The money my only attachment
I don't like rapping, the money's my passion
I won't stop till I'm popping, established
On my neck I got tennis like racket
On my wrist I got medal, Olympics
Keep me a shooter like missile, ballistic
Never the type that would keep it realistic
Swear I'm the coldest that ever existed
All this ice on my neck got me frigid
I be toting them packs like illicit
All these bands got me feelin sufficient
Way I be flowing so cold and efficient
I murder the flow with precision
I got me a stack in two hands like division
I'm thumbing through bills when I make a decision
I'm doing the damage like head on collision
Can't no one compete with my flows and my lyrics
And thanks be to God when I see my position
I'm feeding the streets like I got the provisions
I'm making the most of the gifts I've been given
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason

Huh
Pull up in a Maybach (Maybach)
Doing 80 in a 30 feeling laid back (Laid back)
Kill the beat, Ima do it like it's payback (Payback)
Counting bands, Ion ever gotta pay tax (Pay tax)
All these haters be like, "Why he say that" (Say that)
Cuz they know they be fake like a spray tan (spray tan)
I ain't throwing no shade like it's Ray Bans (Ray Bans)
I just give em the hands like I'm Rayman (Rayman)
With yo girl got her singing soprano
I ain't hanging with none of you randos
Like the Migos, hit licks in the bando
On the gram, takin flicks with the angles
I suggest you think twice fore you step to me
If you do, heat you up like rotisserie
I been keeping the heater religiously
Ima light up an opp so maliciously
I be serving the flow so proficiently
I been stacking my bands to infinity
I be running up digits instinctively
All this money give me serendipity
All these other rappers lack ability
Guarantee you nobody as ill as me
I be killing the game so prodigiously
Where's my crown, I'm the king of the industry
They say I'm a lyrical prodigy
If I offended you, there's no apology
I won't let no one impede my autonomy
I just be counting the green like ecology
Stack up the bread and the green like it's lettuce
I murder the flow and the beat with a vengeance
And I don't be minding the hate and the prejudice
Use it as fuel while they call me they nemesis
Way I be flowing so graceful and eloquent
Lyrical boasting, I'm setting the precedent
Killing the beat, ain't no mercy or hesitance
Takin the track and I make it my residence
Modern day classic, I'm keeping it relevant
My money be long like an elephant
Man of the people, like Pablo for president
Ain't even cussing, I'm pure like a celibate
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
With yo girl and she doing gymnastics
Ima stretch out the bands like elastic
I be stacking this paper no plastic
All this green got me feeling so ratchet
The money my only attachment
I don't like rapping, the money's my passion
I won't stop till I'm popping, established
On my neck I got tennis like racket
On my wrist I got medal, Olympics
Keep me a shooter like missile, ballistic
Never the type that would keep it realistic
Swear I'm the coldest that ever existed
All this ice on my neck got me frigid
I be toting them packs like illicit
All these bands got me feelin sufficient
Way I be flowing so cold and efficient
I murder the flow with precision
I got me a stack in two hands like division
I'm thumbing through bills when I make a decision
I'm doing the damage like head on collision
Can't no one compete with my flows and my lyrics
And thanks be to God when I see my position
I'm feeding the streets like I got the provisions
I'm making the most of the gifts I've been given
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I be stacking these bands to the ceiling
All this bread, such a wonderful feeling
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason
I need me the money I'm fiending
Afraid of these heights that I'm reaching
Got bands and I'm bragging, I don't know the meaning
Of me being humble, I don't got a reason