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[Verse 1]
Band gang or no gang, ****
Risk body, that shotty to your body
Buggers in bezzle bitch, the Rollie looks snotty
Twenty in my robbin', so you know the pocket's sloppy
Tryna eat, you better stop it
I'ma up the pocket rocket
Will that's my ace, that's my mother fucking man
Rough song, bitch we don't fuck with Ray-Bans
You see me in the club, and I threw 'bout eight bands
Now I'm finnin' to beat it up
Some thing like a caveman
Tats out my arm
Right above the watch
I always kept a glock, 'cause I never had a pops
Hoes trying to screw me something like a bottle top
Bandgang, shred game
Bitch, stay off my block
Sweat's doing ninety
He can't even see
Blowing loud I look Chinese I can't even blink
BA dropped on fourteens, that boy face like a sink
Boy, you better show respect when you fucking with me
[Verse 2]
Yeah ****, big money bandgang, ****
I drop two bands for the buffs, ****
And we all about two coast, ****
How much you spend on them?
That was about fifteen bands ****
[Verse 3]
Lance Black bus, marvel man
'Cause the kitchen sink
Get you bitch under control she keep trying to leave with me
Big homie, boss hogging, bitch ain't no mistaking me
Bandgang play to win
And can't nobody fuck with me
We in RJ blowing loud we done smoke the fucking tree
Night, night, this ain't Reggie's, this'll put the bitch to sleep
Lil **** bought a FA must think he's big meat
Ain't no limits caught from me, I'll have him think he Master P
Ain't like the same **** from '07 with them bands
Taking over, it's offical, you ain't fucking with no ants
Keep my flo on big beaver
We might fuck around the crash
With some bad bitches touching, I might hoe your dirty ass
[Verse 4]
Big money Bandgang
Same **** hit your bitch
Had her going home, packing her shit
Talking about she made a rich ****, no
Not going to bust you gonna get bust
That's the new motto, ****
[Verse 5]
I ain't no pussy don't push me
And try to play me like one
Drop the bus and the ice, **** my face just went numb
It's called the chopper from Noogie
That bitch'll quick with that drum
For any **** that's extra, and wanna play like he dumb
Stupid Boogie down that's my brother
We should shoot up together
Cat, we're hard with them bands, they put my **** on tethers
I say buffies the whities this shit look just like the weather
Gucci down I had to cop the better shoes off the sweater
Am I out of line of out of order
Bigger shoes if you shorter
We just dropped them bowls off
And they look boom boom
I got molly, I got white
You can pop 'em or snort 'em
If I don't know you I'm finessin'
I put that on the card
Why fuck y'all **** keep looking me
Like you ain't never seen money before, ****
This big money over here, ****
Every time we step in the bitch, we spend money
You can smell it on us mother fucker
[Verse 6]
Like bus gold tip, do not know the special
Went out with some work
Best believe we gonna catch 'em
Hoods got the chopping, we catch you we gonna stretch 'em
Your bitch looking hard, we gonna fuck her on the blessed low
Clips like the army
We ain't playing no game
First **** jump stupid
Bitch, we blowing his brains
Boss hogging lil ****
Suppose to be in your lane
Get money by any means
That's the way I was raised
Three meals the robbery
We a dog with a strap
If you want it, he taking it, bitches go like that
You better watch where you stepping
When we step in this bitch
Straight finessing and flexing, we ain't stressing for shit, ****
[Verse 7]
Yeah, ****
Y'all already know how we land ****
Big money Bandgang
White buck boys
True crew ****, we got it all ****
Born bitches
Foreign cars
Big bands, ****
We blow through bands, ****
Ain't no **** in the city fucking with us ****
And that's so spotty ****, eh naw
[Verse 8]
It's buggs bitch, don't call me bro if you don't know me
Got robbed once so now that strap stay on me
Big say need ten
I told him meet me at Coney
I'm really getting this money
I should be your big homie
Flexing on us, ****
That's how you get your shit punny
I don't fuck with these ****
A lot of **** be funny
Bandgang shit my gang
My whole team get money
So when you say that we broke
Man, that shit be so funny
Drop the two and the four
It got me feeling like Kobe
All red Gucci shoes, I'm yours stepping Jenobli
No I ain't squashing shit
**** pay what you owe me
Keep balling on broke ****
Is what Pete told me
[Verse 9]
I'm tired of **** talking so crazy on Twitter man
All that Twitter thuggin' man
Y'all **** be calling my phone
Copping all the fucking please ****
We ain't squashing shit, ****
Hope **** getting ready for their casket in their suit, ****
One hundred
Written by: Bandgang Biggs, Elvonte Baker
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