Bando
M1 on the beat
M1 on the beat
Your sweet one wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 Mrs
Don't have my shank, man fist him
Kick him, even on the wing man's gripping
He got chinged and turned to a victim
Makes it worse when a nigga starts snitching
Straight to the cake like Mr
Pretty 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 Toyan
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
Syro 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
Syro already got beat up
Your sweet one wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 living
You know gang just drill it
Juice be spilling
All my dead opps, man bill it
We're known guys to swing it
Dead man, bin it
And your boy ain't went swimming
Your boy B got seven, you know he still rid it
On the wing he's still fisting, kicking
Plug man's face 'cause he's not really with it
And moretime 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 chilling
Your sweet one wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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)
M1 on the beat
M1 on the beat
M1 on the beat
Your sweet one wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 Mrs
Don't have my shank, man fist him
Kick him, even on the wing man's gripping
He got chinged and turned to a victim
Makes it worse when a nigga starts snitching
Straight to the cake like Mr
Pretty 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 Toyan
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
Syro 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
Syro already got beat up
Your sweet one wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 living
You know gang just drill it
Juice be spilling
All my dead opps, man bill it
We're known guys to swing it
Dead man, bin it
And your boy ain't went swimming
Your boy B got seven, you know he still rid it
On the wing he's still fisting, kicking
Plug man's face 'cause he's not really with it
And moretime 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 chilling
Your sweet one wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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 wanna 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"
And 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)
M1 on the beat
M1 on the beat
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Writer(s): Mozis P.aduu, K1 N15
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