“The song has a classic mid-2000s crack rap feel like you could play it back-to-back with Nelly‘s ‘Grillz’ and no one would flinch.” - Surviving The Golden Age
On this sparse, trap-influenced track, Blahza rhymes about hustling in life, minding your own business, and keeping your cool when the chips are down. Blahza shares the story behind ‘Bandz:’ “The hook is about not worrying about what another person has. And when you don’t have it yourself don’t hate - just go out and get it for yourself.”
According to Blahza, the first verse was written to document his struggles and humble beginnings, trying to make a fortune out of hard work and perseverance. He lays down the second verse with details about his romantic preference, seamlessly changing subjects like a pro. Blahza says, “When the beat played the hook came to me instantly, I felt the message so clearly when I was writing it. The cadence is so catchy.”
[Chorus]
I got Bands
You wanna make some
You wanna make some
Bands
You wanna make some
You wanna make some
Bands
I got em
You don’t
That’s a personal problem
Bands
I got em
Too cool
Don’t stress bout dollars
Bands
[Verse 1]
You ever turn an 8th to an ounce
Turn an ounce to a quarter
Make that quarter P
A pound
Remember going in and out the house
And my sis steady tripping
Cuz my room kushed out
Oh damn
I was flipping
I was looking out for trouble
sell at half price
And ima still make double
EHF
But I’m really all hustle
Caught a bitch that I like
Then I’m a dog
No muzzle
[Chorus]
I got Bands
You wanna make some
You wanna make some
Bands
You wanna make some
You wanna make some
Bands
I got em
You don’t
That’s a personal problem
Bands
I got em
Too cool
Don’t stress bout dollars
Bands
[Verse 2]
I got the sauce
She got the walk
Baby the bomb
We didn’t fall
I wanna hit
She want a call
She got a friend
She not involved
Shawty a ten
I got a ten
Double the sauce
I gotta swim
I brought the chip
She got the dip
I got a zip
She brought the lips
Aye
I’m tell you girl don’t worry bout it
Flick my wrist
Check please
Then we outty
Drop a stack but don’t worry how I got it
I brought everything you need
Leave yo pantys back at home
[Chorus]
I got Bands
You wanna make some
You wanna make some
Bands
You wanna make some
You wanna make some
Bands
I got em
You don’t
That’s a personal problem
Bands
I got em
Too cool
Don’t stress bout dollars
Bands