Mr. D.C.T. Pt. 2

[Intro - Bandmanrill]
Ha-ha
It's the fuckin' Bandman, you heard?
Ha-ha
Aye, look
Hold on, look, wait
Hold on, look, wait
Mr. Don't-Cuff-That, you heard?
You know how this shit go
Aye

[Verse 1 - Bandmanrill]
Hold on, wait, baby girl, it's the Bandman
Come and take you a ride to the band land
Give you this dick, make you cum out your sweat lands
Love when it slippin' and slide, feel like wetland
Hah
Let me stop talkin' macky
Fuck all the lust, I just want to make you happy
Love when you play in my hair, call it nappy
Them niggas you fuckin' be givin' me wacky, wait
They hatin' on me got vendettas, uh
Put my trust in this Beretta
Niggas be talkin', they hatin' I let 'em
'Cause I really know if I wanted, could wet 'em, ayе
Ask about me, I'm that niggas
Me? I be chillin' whilе gang pullin' triggers
Tryna get mama a house and some figures
I know the gold comin', I'm really a digger

[Verse 2 - Maiya The Don]
Competition? They givin' me nada
I'ma wetty when I'm off the casa
Magic tricks on the uh, I'm like tada
My bookie like it when I call him dada
Just popped out, who poppin' like me?
Savage X Fenty checks, who's pockets like me?
Labels on my ass, who got options like me?
Big AMG, who park it like me?
Seven figures off of TikTok, that's a Richard Mill
Catch steak, eatin' Richard Mills
Can't name a bitch that's a bigger deal
I get bands man, get my bread, for real
Got my own parkin' spot in Saks, uh
Bag addict, I pop tags, yeah
All of these niggas I be steppin' on
I might treat his face like a Peleton