Music Video
BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone "Shred 1.5" Feat. Cash Click Boog (WSHH Exclusive)
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, I got your bitch pussy poppin' on a handstand
Hey, and I just had to set off five bands
Hey, and you know them bitches call me Band Man
Whipped out a card, she like, "Boy, you still scammin'?"
Poody walked in with them band-bands, woo
Mone walked in with that FN, woo
****, play with TF, you a dead man, woo
Bitch, we shoot up funerals and weddings, mm
Hey, bitch ask me for money, had to ho her ass, ooh
Bitch, hop on that page, better post her ass
(Ooh, ****, fuck a diss song, we gon' smoke his ass, ****)
(**** try me in the club, I'ma poke his ass, huh)
Ooh, ****, I can show you how to make ten fast, ooh
Back on that road, I got whiplash, ooh
[Verse 2]
Boog touched down with like ten packs, hmm
Touch down with all them damn gift bags, hmm
(She gon' beat the blade up, then get sent back, hmm)
(She can't come in the crib without ten bands, hmm)
(Breakin' down all them bags for the profit, hmm)
(You don't see me in the club without the rocket, hmm)
Off them bows, I got them slippies in my pocket, hmm
Reach for this chain, I'm sendin' nothing but Swansons, hmm
We come and take your keys like a locksmith, ay
Shout out my Bay ****, yeah, we locked in, ay
And you will get popped there and you'll get popped here
I'm that ignorant ass **** with the lock hair, hey
Just got a new ho bitch with the long hair, ay
And my project bitch ain't got no hair, ay
[Verse 3]
(Me and Lil Poody in this bitch, he got his Draco with him)
(I got an F&N on me, we won't play with ****)
You see me gettin' money, why you hatin', ****?
If Mone wanna up the strap, I ain't savin' ****
(Mix the yellow with the purple, I'm a Laker ****)
(Secure the plug, got the weed for my Jamaican ****)
(You foolin' with them buffies, why you fakin', ****?)
(I'm just here to speak the truth, I ain't hatin', ****)
Ah, ay, ay, slidin' in that sleeve, me and Lonnie in Watts
****, text Rolla and Paid, we slidin' tonight
Never been a pussy ****, put that on my life
They ain't have to hit the light, we got on this ice
(Said she had some money for me, I got on the flight)
(7.62's what I got in the rif')
In the kitchen with them pots, re-rockin' the white
(Free my **** Dolla, man, he locked up for life)
