Dropout
Bando Baby dropped out just to hop up on that trap shit
Worried bout my bag, you been worried been worried bout a caption
You can't ever catch me slip, these margielas got some traction
The opp thought he was slick, but my shooter just subtract him
We some mathematicians, I was in the stu to get up out the kitchen
Wit my homies always makin moves to get up out the mitten
Gotta go, bitch I gotta blast you could call me jimmy
I go ghost, hit yo bih from the back she can't even see me
I sold all my Js just so I could buy a Mac 10
Protection, I don't need a scope but I'm gon throw it on for fashion
We trappin get it for the low and sell it for the taxin
Momma say it's madness but this life is just a passion
Bando Baby dropped out just to hop up on that trap shit
Worried bout my bag, you been worried been worried bout a caption
You can't ever catch me slip, these margielas got some traction
The opp thought he was slick, but my shooter just subtract him
I be on a lake, floatin offa perc, workin with tha gang
Catch tha wake, pooped too many percs need to take a break
Can't feel my face, might just go insane smokin Mary Jane
Like it's laced, got me paranoid these demons in my brain
I might I might catch a body but we not gon talk about it
Please don't please don't get me started got this rocket on my body
Got a rocket on my shorty, and they shoot like hunting season
That chopper won't turn that boy to a man cus shooting easy
Worried bout my bag, you been worried been worried bout a caption
You can't ever catch me slip, these margielas got some traction
The opp thought he was slick, but my shooter just subtract him
We some mathematicians, I was in the stu to get up out the kitchen
Wit my homies always makin moves to get up out the mitten
Gotta go, bitch I gotta blast you could call me jimmy
I go ghost, hit yo bih from the back she can't even see me
I sold all my Js just so I could buy a Mac 10
Protection, I don't need a scope but I'm gon throw it on for fashion
We trappin get it for the low and sell it for the taxin
Momma say it's madness but this life is just a passion
Bando Baby dropped out just to hop up on that trap shit
Worried bout my bag, you been worried been worried bout a caption
You can't ever catch me slip, these margielas got some traction
The opp thought he was slick, but my shooter just subtract him
I be on a lake, floatin offa perc, workin with tha gang
Catch tha wake, pooped too many percs need to take a break
Can't feel my face, might just go insane smokin Mary Jane
Like it's laced, got me paranoid these demons in my brain
I might I might catch a body but we not gon talk about it
Please don't please don't get me started got this rocket on my body
Got a rocket on my shorty, and they shoot like hunting season
That chopper won't turn that boy to a man cus shooting easy
Credits
Writer(s): Bando Baby
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