Tall Stack, JD - GTB Lyrics

Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, I need the bands, all in my hands
Being broke, I cannot stand
I need that guap on demand, I need that guap on demand
Gimme the cash, call up the plug, and I do the dash, I'm fuckin' it up
I'm gettin' the bag, I'm fillin' it up, I want the lam (Skrr, skrr)
Gimme the guap (Just gimme the racks), then I pull off the lot (Then i pull off the lot)
All these haters be mad (All these haters be mad), cuz I'm straight to the top (I'm straight to the top)
She get a bag (She get that Chanel), 'cause that head is spectacular (That top is so good)
But she gon' be sad (She gon' be cryin'"), when I leave her for the rackables
Gimme the green, Green Bay Packers we be packin' that cheese, cheeseheads
Got that cheese on my mind, don't be playin' you ain't stoppin' the grind
Gimme the green, Green Bay Packers we be packin' that cheese, cheeseheads
Got that cheese on my mind, don't be playin' you ain't stoppin' the grind
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
I want the bands, I want the fans, I want the cash and I'm doin' my dance
NBA ballin' like my name is Lance, hop in a plane and I'm goin' to France
Buyin' some land, right when I land, that's what I do and they don't understand
TS the man, carried the can, tellin' you man all we want is the bands
I want the bag, duffel
I got them chips, Ruffles
Hop in a scram, scruffle (AYY)
Doin the dash in the coupe, crammed in the whip like some troops
Wearin' them Jordans no boots, stickin' together like glue
Hop on the court and we pull out the moves
Hop on a flight and I'm headed to Italy, met a lil' bitch and I think that she into me
She reach in my wallet and now she the enemy, feeling real bad the top she is giving me
Makin' them bands overseas, hop in the 'Rari I don't need no keys
I think I got a disease, constantly thinkin' bout bands and them G's
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)

Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, I need the bands, all in my hands
Being broke, I cannot stand
I need that guap on demand, I need that guap on demand
Gimme the cash, call up the plug, and I do the dash, I'm fuckin' it up
I'm gettin' the bag, I'm fillin' it up, I want the lam (Skrr, skrr)
Gimme the guap (Just gimme the racks), then I pull off the lot (Then i pull off the lot)
All these haters be mad (All these haters be mad), cuz I'm straight to the top (I'm straight to the top)
She get a bag (She get that Chanel), 'cause that head is spectacular (That top is so good)
But she gon' be sad (She gon' be cryin'"), when I leave her for the rackables
Gimme the green, Green Bay Packers we be packin' that cheese, cheeseheads
Got that cheese on my mind, don't be playin' you ain't stoppin' the grind
Gimme the green, Green Bay Packers we be packin' that cheese, cheeseheads
Got that cheese on my mind, don't be playin' you ain't stoppin' the grind
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
I want the bands, I want the fans, I want the cash and I'm doin' my dance
NBA ballin' like my name is Lance, hop in a plane and I'm goin' to France
Buyin' some land, right when I land, that's what I do and they don't understand
TS the man, carried the can, tellin' you man all we want is the bands
I want the bag, duffel
I got them chips, Ruffles
Hop in a scram, scruffle (AYY)
Doin the dash in the coupe, crammed in the whip like some troops
Wearin' them Jordans no boots, stickin' together like glue
Hop on the court and we pull out the moves
Hop on a flight and I'm headed to Italy, met a lil' bitch and I think that she into me
She reach in my wallet and now she the enemy, feeling real bad the top she is giving me
Makin' them bands overseas, hop in the 'Rari I don't need no keys
I think I got a disease, constantly thinkin' bout bands and them G's
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)
Gimme the bands, gimme the, gimme the, gimme the bands (Ayy, yuh)