Bando
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
In the kitchen I be whipping
Am trynna ball pippen
Wait stop distance if it ain't money am dipping
I was in the back with the smith and
Gripping let that shit hit
Cuz all of my niggas they down with the shit
Give me sun chip I might just roll a spliff
Shoot ma shot reload that clip
Me and abz gon hit that lick
Me and screwz gon make that spilt
One two step when I make a hit
Don't get shot in the back like Rick
Beyblade when I let that rip
Beyblade when I let that rip
Lotta stripes like the tiger on my kenzo
Making money moves just like melo
Praying on my downfall from the get go
They be capping they be beenlow
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
In the trap need a kilo
Fuck with me that's a no go
Loyalty for ma bro bro
Camera light it's a photo
Trap trap issa motto
Bandz on bandz for my hooyo
In the kitchen hit a combo
Puff puff on gelato
Am just a youning Trynna make it out
In the trap I had a key I had to break it down
Gotta Mali with a back I tell her shake it down
And if she not then she gotta go and take it out
In the trap I was so lonely
Smoking on that OG
Telling me she loves me you don't even know me
I don't fuck with niggas cuz these niggas they be phoney
Niggas selling drugs to get drugs for the pain
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin'and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Come from the trenches headed to the hills
Disrespect pop a nigga like a pill
Reminiscing bout them days we used to drill
Now am in the booth making fire till a mill
Bitches know am Sosa let's go make a film
Put him in a coma next time we gon kill
Yh she likes the coca baddie from Brazil
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
In the kitchen I be whipping
Am trynna ball pippen
Wait stop distance if it ain't money am dipping
I was in the back with the smith and
Gripping let that shit hit
Cuz all of my niggas they down with the shit
Give me sun chip I might just roll a spliff
Shoot ma shot reload that clip
Me and abz gon hit that lick
Me and screwz gon make that spilt
One two step when I make a hit
Don't get shot in the back like Rick
Beyblade when I let that rip
Beyblade when I let that rip
Lotta stripes like the tiger on my kenzo
Making money moves just like melo
Praying on my downfall from the get go
They be capping they be beenlow
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
In the trap need a kilo
Fuck with me that's a no go
Loyalty for ma bro bro
Camera light it's a photo
Trap trap issa motto
Bandz on bandz for my hooyo
In the kitchen hit a combo
Puff puff on gelato
Am just a youning Trynna make it out
In the trap I had a key I had to break it down
Gotta Mali with a back I tell her shake it down
And if she not then she gotta go and take it out
In the trap I was so lonely
Smoking on that OG
Telling me she loves me you don't even know me
I don't fuck with niggas cuz these niggas they be phoney
Niggas selling drugs to get drugs for the pain
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin' and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Man she left me cuz am solo
I be juggin'and finessing in the bando
What you want I got it for the low low
Man the pack came in looking bolo
Come from the trenches headed to the hills
Disrespect pop a nigga like a pill
Reminiscing bout them days we used to drill
Now am in the booth making fire till a mill
Bitches know am Sosa let's go make a film
Put him in a coma next time we gon kill
Yh she likes the coca baddie from Brazil
Credits
Writer(s): Sosa Banndz
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