Indiana Jones (feat. Duwap Kaine) - Jban$2Turnt

Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up- Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up And I'm off hella dope, I-I-I can't even stand up Tr-Trap sellin'- Money it's just like a poker stretch I'm inside the trap so I'm feeling okay Trappin' out with the baby A-K Hella guns and no tats on my face Cookie pounds, yeah, they on the way Gas smell, when I hop out the wraith Wockhardt bitch, you can taste it Flexing on niggas but that's not the case Free all my niggas that can't beat the case Walk in your trap I ain't come here to play B-O-A, no I can't be with Chase Free my brother for that high speed chase Smokin' on-Smokin' on medical when I'm in LA Smoking on dope watch it feel like it's laced Smoking on dope and that's straight to the face Hop in my foreign I don't wanna race Smoking on cookie but it's not the edible All my weed green but it's not like the vegetables Ayy, ayy, posted on Magnolia Went to Lil Boat house 'cause twelve tried to lock me up Leaning so hard that it spilled out the double cup Niggas talking shit but you know I don't give a fuck Ayy, nigga try your luck, Sito keep that .30 tucked I won't hesitate to up, dope got me so up I hate being sober, feeling like I'm Sosa Finna put the Jolly Ranchers right back in my soda Any war I go through, I guess I'm a baby soldier I won't even hold ya, I won't even fold up Bands won't even fold up, put the-put them rubber bands up And I'm off hella dope, I-I-I can't even stand up Trap sellin' real shit, you gone have to man up Don't do Xans, sellin' Xans, you gone have to Xan up And any drug that you want, I can bring the plan up Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick (I move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) Move wit' the stick, Move wit' the stick, Move wit' the stick (Move wit' the stick) M-move with the stick (I move wit' the stick) I Move with the stick (Move wit' the stick) Still move with the stick (I move wit' the stick)

Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9, made it! Uh, niggas flex they bands, they look pitiful And I be flexin' on these niggas 'til it's critical Swear these niggas stealin' swag like a criminal They can never get it right, man, that shit difficult I be geeked up, you think I'm focused OG in my lungs, what I'm smokin', yeah Stomp on a nigga, hit the surface, yeah In the hills, so I ain't got no service Niggas flexin' wrong, I swear they defeat the purpose Smokin' Backwoods, not no bong, I wake up, the birds chirpin' I'm not from Atlanta but I'm in my zone Was stuck in the trap, you could call it my home Money keep callin', I pick up the phone I was servin' the ice cream with no cone Had to quit the lean, sippin' two Styrofoam You know what it is, I'm that dude Rockin' designer, shit, I think it's cool I hop out the Uber, I'm makin' a move And I made this song just so you could groove Been on the block, what I got to prove? Had to calm down, I got somethin' to lose Had to pick the 'Rari, like I couldn't choose Bitch, you know, bitch, you know, bitch, you know I'm the truth Too much money, can't walk in my shoes Run it up, can't worry 'bout you You wanna be me 'cause I'm droppin' the roof Told my bitch, "Ben look better than you" Fuck 12, what the fuck is a rule? Diamonds wet like a motherfuckin' pool Icebox when you look at my jewels Turn that 8 upside down like a bat You talkin' that shit, I ain't worried 'bout that Smokin' on green like a black cat Your Rollie tickin' like a hi-hat Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin' hard like I was my dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin' hard like I was my dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad, dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad, dad Workin' hard like I was my dad

Fuck school, I know the trap can't fail me Coolin' with a thot in a telly Smokin' on this loud pack, I know you can smell me Walk in the trap, and the trap still smelly Sippin' fake lean, it go straight to yo' belly F&N, watch it sing like R. Kelly Still in the trap, whippin' shit like a deli Kick shit like Bruce Lee, niggas tellin' fairies, ayy Fuck a thot, I won't marry, ayy Maserati ridin', not no Chevy Name hold weight, yeah, that shit a lil' heavy Bitch, I'm in the trap with the pounds See 12, nigga, you can watch me move around Talkin' shit, nigga, why fuck you talkin' down? I don't need a throne, nigga, I don't need a crown Smokin' on this dope, nothin' less than a ounce Flexin' like me, you gon' need some tryouts Still in the cut screamin', "Fuck free clout" Bitch, I need my cheese because that's what it's about Bitch, I'm stuck like a TV mount Countin' racks, yeah, I'm countin' big amounts They talk shit, but look where I'm at now Outside, nigga, and you stuck in the house Bad lil' bitch, said she wanna be my spouse Niggas always cappin', they be cappin' for some clout (fuck some clout) Carry cash in my hand, nigga, fuck a bank account And I'm a rich nigga, I don't want no discount Re-real nigga, I don't need no fuckin' face tat Backwood, I face that, nigga, fuck yo' habitat Ca-can't fuck with a thot-thot, can't fuck with a nat-nat Bros over hoes, niggas know I will never rat Off-White on me like a nigga in a flashback Used to rob these niggas, yeah, my niggas used to hijack Smokin' OG, yeah, you know this that Cali pack Hoes hit my phone, I don't even want to interact I get that dope from the Philippines My niggas smokin' on palm trees You say I'm broke? I disagree Lovin' that hoe? I disagree Rich nigga, man, I'm so unique Give a fuck if you fuck with me You say I'm broke? I disagree Lovin' that hoe? I disagree

Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9 made it Uh, uh, need the guap, yeah, guap Uh, want the guap, want it very bad Where I come from, that shit very bad And I swear if I could, I would marry cash Watch me ride down the hood, watch me do the dash I'm servin' J's by the Rite Aid Niggas cap about everything On the block, I don't need a flame I was servin' niggas like Burger King I don't fuck with niggas, all these niggas the same In a foreign car, but I stay in my lane Icebox, when you look at my ring Hold my persona down, ain't shit gon' change All of these niggas hate, but they hate from a range I'm in a Beamer truck, bitch, I can't do the Range VS1's but I need a new chain Smokin' gas so I need a new brain High as hell, I ain't flyin' no plane Bussin' juugs, I ain't playin' no games Shakin' my hair, feel like Lil Wayne I'm a weed head, need my own strain Need my own strain, nigga, for the pain Smokin' two blunts, Duwap Max Payne I'm smokin' this dope, you sippin' champagne Bitch, my name Kaine, now you know the name Niggas scared, I'ma hop in the game Hopped in the rap game, did my thing You know how I come, you know how I came Hopped in the picture, now I need a frame Bitch, I'm me, I don't gotta explain I got cheese, I don't gotta complain Look me up, I don't need a domain In the trap and we got the propane Wake me up, I'm not even awake 'Cause I'm high and I've been high for days Diamonds on me and them hoes need a tank Still on the block so I gotta remain I want money, give a fuck 'bout a ho Benjamin Franklin, yeah, that's my bro Speakin' real shit, this shit not a quote Backwoods, I ain't smokin' on pote I know you see me like a telescope Number (N)ine in my wardrobe Rockin' V but it mean alone Who is you? Boy, you unknown Callin' the dope like, "Pick up the phone" Callin' the money like, "Pick up the phone" Just called Louis, they picked up the phone Just called Gucci, they picked up the phone Callin' the dope like, "Pick up the phone" Callin' the money like, "Pick up the phone" Just called Louis, they picked up the phone Just called Gucci, they picked up the phone Callin' the dope like, "Pick up the phone" Callin' the money like, "Pick up the phone" Just called Louis, they picked up the phone Just called Gucci, they picked up the phone