Nasaan 20 Bands 40 Bands Lyrics

[Intro: NASAAN]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: NASAAN]
Niggas act like hoes when they hoes think I'm handsome (Okay)
He act like he ain't know me, but be searchin' on his Samsung
Nigga play me foul, I got two shots for him, and one
Hundreds on me old as hell, probably got a grandson (Wow)
Fly, I can land some, your mans wearin' fake shit
Gangnem just blew a full zip on some Bape shit
Stupid man, playing with my name, get your face hit (Face)
White slip, feel like Zel when that K hit
Love a bitch with a man that f*ck me and don't say shit
Had this bitch bendin' back for me like The Matrix
'Fore you eat my dick up, baby girl, say your graces (Grace)
I'll turn you up, you got Chanel, f*ck them Asics
Niggas far from basic, hoes say I'm extravagant (Extravagant)
Talking to a bad lil' bitch, damn near forgot the half of it
Baby throwin' box at me like I'm mailing packages (Uh-huh)
Fourteen in the trap, I'm in the swats with the savages
[Chorus: NASAAN]
Yeah, twenty bands on me (Duh), forty bands on me (Duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (Huh), what she smell on me (Wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (Crash), I got bail money (On God)
Heavyweight nigga (Yeah), throw a scale on me (On God)
Yeah, twenty bands on me (Duh), forty bands on me (Duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (Huh), what she smell on me (Wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (Crash), I got bail money (On God) Heavyweight nigga (Yeah), throw a scale on me (On God)

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E & NASAAN]
Throw a scale on me (Scale)
Want me come turn up your city? Here my Zelle number (Huh)
I don't trust everybody 'cause they might just tell on me (Tell)
Black 'Cat, wide body, pull up, sound like hell comin'
Box, ski, 'Lac truck, you smell I got a bale on me (Ooh)
Now I spill Chanel on me so they won't say I smell funny (Smell)
I wasn't servin' shit, had a lil' nigga makin' sales for me (On God)
And I was still rapping at that time, doing a dub a week
When I, when I jumped out of school, I went to hug the streets
Two hoes just for me, I got 'em waiting at the DoubleTree
I'ma sting both of they ass like a bumblebee (Huh)
Forty thousand on me, so a thousand is a crumb to me (On God)

[Chorus: NASAAN]
Yeah, twenty bands on me (Duh), forty bands on me (Duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (Huh), what she smell on me (Wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (Crash), I got bail money (On God)
Heavyweight nigga (Yeah), throw a scale on me (On God)
Yeah, twenty bands on me (Duh), forty bands on me (Duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (Huh), what she smell on me (Wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (Crash), I got bail money (On God)
Heavyweight nigga (Yeah), throw a scale on me (On God)
[Outro]
(Congratulations, you just won a lifetime supply of home improvement)