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"Blow Dem Bands" is a track by the late American rapper Drakeo the Ruler. Known for his distinctive flow and sharp lyrics, Drakeo made a significant impact on the West Coast hip-hop scene. This song showcases his ability to blend street narratives with catchy hooks, reflecting his authentic storytelling and musical prowess. "Blow Dem Bands" highlights Drakeo's influence in the underground rap community and his dedication to his craft, solidifying his legacy despite his untimely passing.
Everything I do is ignorant
The way I constantly swerve and just splurge is belligerent
I know this shit is crazy, I know this shit is sad
And I can buy me a new whip, if I do the whole dash
Crash, smash, now we in the Mazi'
Poured off a five and nigga please don't tell nobody
I know I'm impatient
I could've got an Audi if nigga fuckin' waited
Mister ungrateful
Thousand blue faces
Mask and a beam, it's an all black occasion
Take it all, break him off
Though we really do this shit
Extorting and aborting any next spin Judas's
Listen, here you stupid bitch
Mister, mister, mister fuckin' get the dough
Lingo, bingo, I just cracked another store
Pops on my knots and a couple grams of gold
Whoa bo, these niggas wanna act bold
We keep them 40 .cal, my niggas wanna snatch souls
From mannequin to Casper the Ghost, these niggas spooked
Sheesh, they like, "Drakeo, that's you?"
And everything is greedy with a 2, ooh
I'm like bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
Bitch, we blow them bands, bands
I'm like bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
Bitch, we blow them bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Blow them bands, bands, blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Bitch, we blow them bands
Get a thousand from a bitch, it took her 28 hours
For the money and power, I ain't never been a coward
Sour blowin' purple flowers, talkin' reckless to a goddess
I respect none of these thotties, breakin' bitches is a hobby
Molly in the calls, Roxy, now she givin' sloppy toppy
Talkin' 'bout you love a nigga, baby put it in my pocket
I just spent a couple Franklins and now a nigga back to robbin'
Flockin' like a couple pigeons, passin' like I'm Aaron Rodgers
I'm a baller lil' bitch, I bought them racks out
Ten bands on me, no horn, but I blow loud
Designer on designer fit, it's so wild, sip fours 'til I pass out
Wake up and bring them bags out
I'm like bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
Bitch, we blow them bands, bands
I'm like bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
Bitch, we blow them bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Blow them bands, bands, blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands
Bitch, we blow them bands, bands
You silly little rabbit bitch, it's pops on all my knots
From climbin' through the windows, that's holes in all my socks
Mister go crazy, big money bitch, all my faces look lazy, mister pour daily
My ex bitches hate me, blow them bands baby
20 band statements, hanging out the base fit
Mister ungrateful, mister unfaithful
Broke bitch pay me, broke bitch pay me