Headband - Kid Glo, NDM

Baggin all the dope up im the pacman

And im runnin all bands up im the bandman

Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn

Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband

Fendi flip flops i got the sauce

And my pockets lookin like rick ross

I dont even wear the clothes i bought

Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all

Livin out here like im in the jungle

1 step at time damn, i can’t afford to stumble

What was that boy was u talkin or a mumble

I dont think i heard nun i show u what this gun do

Damn, i ain’t hear a sound, silencer make sure that i ain’t found

Gotta stay lowkey, ain’t rockin wit no police

Ain’t fuckin wit no phonies and i ain’t got homies

They see i got the sauce they tryna take it

U can keep the style because i made it

Im livin in a mansion and u livin in a basement

Free all the gang swear it ain’t been the same since

Baggin all the dope up im the pacman

And im runnin all bands up im the bandman

Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn

Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband

Fendi flip flops i got the sauce

And my pockets lookin like rick ross

I dont even wear the clothes i bought

Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all

Ballin but i can’t even pass the ball

Yea these niggas tryna hate but my money stand tall

Hit a juug on a nigga for the low

Got these diamonds on my neck and they dont even got no floss

Shoot a .30 out that Glock got him runnin now

Pushin weight in a foreign bitch a moved a pound

Old hoes yea the turnin into groupies now

If he fuckin with the gang imma shoot him down

Imma band man, i do xan man

I got O.G.

in my headband

All black coupe, like im batman

You want smoke then, you a dead man

Baggin all the dope up im the pacman

And im runnin all bands up im the bandman

Pullin up in a foreign car, hit the gas damn

Fuck 12 i keep the dope in my headband

Fendi flip flops i got the sauce

And my pockets lookin like rick ross

I dont even wear the clothes i bought

Livin in a fantasy i swear i got it all