Bands
Gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Ha
King
That's Bangaa
BGB mmm mmm
FSG mmm mmm
Turn it up
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan na
Everybody want rap now
Everybody want trap now
I was broke, but I'm back now
Homie told he a rat now
FSG BGB that be the gang
You a fuck na you know you can't hang
You ain't gone bust na you ain't gone bang
Watch me get Jordan name right on a chain
Peep he get money that na a stain
Just say what you want na stay in ya line
I just need the money I don't want no fame
I stayed with Lil Bangaa cause she had the name
They killed my young na Bud
Them ns got feel that mud
Stack money just to buy bigger guns
Won't be satisfied till I get a drum
Each na need one hundred slugs
And a young na off them drugs
I don't give a fuck about where you from
Catch a opp watch Bangaa go dumb
Catch a opp watch Bangaa go dumb
Catch a opp watch Bangaa go dumb
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan na
They put my big homie on a shirt
And if the opp come give em work
I put a drip of sauce on every verse
And when the money call I got first
Had to burn the plug for my work
Gotta pray to God when they search
And for them opps killing my lil bro we gone send em all through a hearse
You gone get merked
We just gone run that check up uhh
Ns don't want no pressure nahh
Give that na four or five wet em bahh
Never tell a bitch four letters
Really stuck in my ways
And when the money come I won't change
Roll a backwood for my pain
And I break down for the gang gang gang
Ns ain't thurl like me
If my man can't eat then we all don't eat
Ns ain't thurl like me
If my man can't eat then we all don't eat
Had to get back on my shit
Had to stop whipping my wrist
Had to drop down on my bitch
Just grind and stay out the mix
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan na
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Ha
King
That's Bangaa
BGB mmm mmm
FSG mmm mmm
Turn it up
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan na
Everybody want rap now
Everybody want trap now
I was broke, but I'm back now
Homie told he a rat now
FSG BGB that be the gang
You a fuck na you know you can't hang
You ain't gone bust na you ain't gone bang
Watch me get Jordan name right on a chain
Peep he get money that na a stain
Just say what you want na stay in ya line
I just need the money I don't want no fame
I stayed with Lil Bangaa cause she had the name
They killed my young na Bud
Them ns got feel that mud
Stack money just to buy bigger guns
Won't be satisfied till I get a drum
Each na need one hundred slugs
And a young na off them drugs
I don't give a fuck about where you from
Catch a opp watch Bangaa go dumb
Catch a opp watch Bangaa go dumb
Catch a opp watch Bangaa go dumb
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan na
They put my big homie on a shirt
And if the opp come give em work
I put a drip of sauce on every verse
And when the money call I got first
Had to burn the plug for my work
Gotta pray to God when they search
And for them opps killing my lil bro we gone send em all through a hearse
You gone get merked
We just gone run that check up uhh
Ns don't want no pressure nahh
Give that na four or five wet em bahh
Never tell a bitch four letters
Really stuck in my ways
And when the money come I won't change
Roll a backwood for my pain
And I break down for the gang gang gang
Ns ain't thurl like me
If my man can't eat then we all don't eat
Ns ain't thurl like me
If my man can't eat then we all don't eat
Had to get back on my shit
Had to stop whipping my wrist
Had to drop down on my bitch
Just grind and stay out the mix
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
Watch a na run up these bands
I got real ns in the can
I help all my ns in a jam
When them sparks fly we don't dance
Keep watching homie, you a fan na
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Barr, Mir Bangaa
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