[Bandokay:]
Labels said don’t talk about badness, well what’s there to rap about?
Fans say I’m a rapper now, still not the one, I’ll slap him out
One hand on her hair got her screamin’ “Bando”, well Bando got her tappin’ out
No scrapping now, big wey wey, no cappin’ now
Know you do it bad like Usher
Young and turnt, give half to my mother
I pray every night for my brother, I got him until death, got him like no other
I can’t make you my baby mother, so I pull out and bust on the cover
Bussa, shutter, littest right now so the opps didn’t suffer
(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
Used to ride all night like strikes tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
I was fifteen tryna be that guy
Turned seventeen then I was that guy
(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie
Money can’t buy you the world
But it sure can buy you a brand new woosh
You ain’t ever had to run into an opp, see the whole road tryna run and push
Manage my ting like my broski Mus
Driving skills, gotta give it to Kush
If I had feds running me down, I’m gonna have to dash the whole pack in the bush
(Yo Bando) I still see my cats and give them change
Out there tryna do an exchange
I asked for some grub, these cats want change
Strange
Backroad ting, won’t do on the mains
Play with the fire, you’re gonna get flamed
Chest shot, neck shot, getting your brain
Hella ketchup when they get wet up
Body zipped up, can’t get up
Free Slim Jim, keep your head up
I love it when T think broski’s fed up
Richer than them, get your bread up
Bread up, bread up, bread up
I love it when T ’cause he’s fed up
Fed up, fed up, fed up
(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
Used to ride all night like strikes tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
I was fifteen tryna be that guy
Turned seventeen then I was that guy
(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie
[Double Lz:]
First things first, if gang see a opp, reverse, reverse
Disperse disperse, burst at shirts, fly out the dirty perch
We make money and it hurts these nerds
Free Slim Jim, didn’t deserve his bird
We lurk, we lurk, skrred these curbs
You could call me Lz, was Lerky first
Uh, you don’t know the half
Dig out ya chest and not firmin’ it
Big baddy gyal, oh lawd, you want get clart, I’ll chop, insertin’ it
Bruck down car, lurking it
Witcher state, I’m not purging it
Find us a verbalist, burst at him
Two dum-dums tryna put him in the permanent
Y-you ain’t never flew out the ride movin’ violent
Bootings and knifings, everyone’s frightened
I told my bro “Don’t make no noise”
Then we creep up on ’em and do man silent
‘017 when they had me indicted
Everybody banging their doors ’till I’m island
Come out the can, they got frightened
Shanks and waps in the ride, come buy ’em
Baddie on Nizzy, yeah she’s tryna get busy
I told little bro “Go grab it”
One time done a drill, didn’t plan it
Older bro told me “Chill, you’re a hazard” (I know)
Just focus on rappin’, I know he’s not cappin’
Get to the bag, no slackin’
Now and again you might find me Hackers, kway back then it was Dallas
[Bandokay:]
(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
Used to ride all night like strikes tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
I was fifteen tryna be that guy
Turned seventeen then I was that guy
(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie
(Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
Used to ride all night like strikes tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
I was fifteen tryna be that guy
Turned seventeen then I was that guy
(Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie
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