Video Big Bands de Akachi 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akachi - Big Bands Lyrics

[Intro]
Akachi on the beat lil' bitch
Joey Trap is daddy, fuck all them other rappers
Look

[Verse 1]
Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest, I can't stand up
Twenty naked bitches in the crib make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's soft, now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me, all these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways, these bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga want beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never was a fan of it
He done seen the nina by my nuts and he ran from it

[Chorus]
Dumb nigga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they name when they came through
[Post-Chorus]
Two F's on my belt, bitch, it's Fendi
Two F's I'll never give, can't offend me
Got two racks chillin' in my hand off this Henny
She ask for a sip, stupid bitch, I'm not friendly
Dummy, ayy, I be gassing
Rings and things, lil' bitch, I be cashin'
Shake that ass, lil' bitch, you be spazzin'
Ain't no Ford, lil' bitch, this an Aston
Over, ayy, get it back, though
Stupid ass niggas thought they finna get a pass, though
Running through them bands, you ain't know a nigga fast, though
If I was a comic book they'd prolly call me Flash, ho (Look)

[Verse 2]
Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest, I can't stand up
Twenty naked bitches in the crib make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's soft, now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me, all these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways, these bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga want beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never was a fan of it
He done seen the nina by my nuts and he ran from it
[Chorus]
Dumb nigga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass nigga really scared, got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these bitches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they name when they came through