Bando

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Ooh, kill 'em

You know I can't lack with a missus

Don't have my shank, man, fist him

Kick him, even on the wing man's grippin'

He got chinged and turned to a victim

Makes it worse when a **** starts snitchin'

Straight to the cake like Mr. Kiplin

Girl with drip and I know that she with it

I already hit it

Give us the drop, I bet that we drill it

And when I bucked him

Put it on my life, he weren't really with it

They're just social media guys

They're not really bad, it's all for the image

Dot-dot same size as my leg

When I chop that down it come small like midgets

Tell the feds I'm a known drug dealer

And the opps get smoked like shisha

Not once have the rised that beater

So already got beat up

Tell the feds I'm a known drug dealer

And the opps get smoked like shisha

Not once have the rised that beater

So already got beat up

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Foot on the break if I spot me an opp

You know we get straight to the chingings

He was a boss in this ting, man

Rest up, Fox, you know they just hate how we livin'

You know gang just drill it

Juice be spillin'

All my dead opps, man bill it

We're known guys to swing it

Dead man, bin it

And your boy ain't went swimmin'

Your boy B got seven, you know he still rid it

On the wing he's still fistin', kickin'

Plug man's face 'cause he's not really with it

And more time these girls want clout

Can't waste my time on these dusty women

I done said if she dead, man, bin it

Enough of these yutes are fake, some gimmicks

Give me the drop, I'll slide where you're chillin'

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs

Your sweet one wan' come to the bando

Can't have her in and out of the spot

I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks

If this car gets spun then it's back to the work

Foot down, can't tell me stop

When Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap

And when we get back, best take it off

And I can't rate her if she hate my songs