Bando (feat. Parris Chariz)
I grew up by the bando, huh (Bando)
He pull the string like a banjo, huh (Banjo)
I show my face, no mask on, huh (No mask)
Wifey ran on me, she bad though, huh (Yeah, bad)
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm bad though, huh (Yee)
They wanna come out to battle, huh
Don't even know why they mad for, huh (Why they mad?)
You better use your manners, huh (Use your)
Back to attackin' the beat
I gotta fall with the leaves
I do not eat off the tree
I see it's not what it seem
They want me back at the bando, huh (Back in the bando)
I go to war like it's Rambo, huh (I go to war)
They wanna come out to battle, huh (Come out thе)
I gotta load up the ammo, huh (Baow)
Ayy (I see)
(Now you savin' me)
Asked how I'm doing, I told 'еm, "I'm Gucci" (Yeah)
I hop on a track and I'm spittin' the Louis (Bad)
They ain't what they seem, guess I'm missin' the movie (Woah)
I shoot with the word and they think it's an Uzi (Blick)
How they gon' tell me stop?
Look at the sky and I aim for the top (For the top)
They thirsty, I serve 'em a drink on the rocks (Yeah)
Can't walk in my shoes, I gave 'em the socks (Gave 'em the sock)
Ayy, live out the back of the Bando
I need a chain, white T, and a Lambo (Yeah)
I won't get on and then switch on the famo
I'm in the field, can't be seen in this camo (Yeah)
Partner had told me keep goin', it's mando' (Brr)
They gon' be mad when I hop in the Phantom (Woah)
They hate for no reason, I feel like it's random (Yeah)
You cannot play me and act for the camera (Ayy)
I got a gift, it ain't come from no Santa
My partner gon' slide for me like a scammer, yeah
Mission
Yeah
(Chewey, stop playin')
Ayy
I grew up by the bando, huh (Bando)
He pull the string like a banjo, huh (Banjo)
I show my face, no mask on, huh (No mask)
Wifey ran on me, she bad though, huh (Yeah, bad)
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm bad though, huh (Yee)
They wanna come out to battle, huh
Don't even know why they mad for, huh (Why they mad?)
You better use your manners, huh (Use your)
Back to attackin' the beat
I gotta fall with the leaves
I do not eat off the tree
I see it's not what it seem
They want me back at the bando, huh (Back in the bando)
I go to war like it's Rambo, huh (I go to war)
They wanna come out to battle, huh (Come out thе)
I gotta load up the ammo, huh (Baow)
Ayy (I see)
(Now you savin' me)
Slatt, let me, yeah
Deep in the trenches, it's me in the field
I'm prayin' He save me, I needed a mil' (It's P)
Gave me a reason to put it on God
My mama was active
We made it for real
Back in the city
I'm up and I'm blessed
For the ones who thought I would panic here
We at the bottom, I'm handlin' fear
Watch how you move, it's cameras in there
Yeah
Don't try and tamper with dogs, we callin' on God
It's bigger than banks, we fill up the tanks
We all on the gas, we stay with the plug (Brrt)
Knowin' the mission, I'm breakin' the rules
They in attendance to see me in full (Right)
God is my witness, I'm prayin' for food (Exactly)
'Til they gettin' money and I know I ain't through
God took me out of the bando (Bando)
Thankful I never had played with keys
My mama came home with pianos (Pianos)
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
It's demons that's off in the shadows (Yeah)
I had to turn into Rambo
I grew up by the bando, huh (Bando)
He pull the string like a banjo, huh (Banjo)
I show my face, no mask on, huh (No mask)
Wifey ran on me, she bad though, huh (Yeah, bad)
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm bad though, huh (Yee)
They wanna come out to battle, huh
Don't even know why they mad for, huh (Why they mad?)
You better use your manners, huh (Use your)
Back to attackin' the beat
I gotta fall with the leaves
I do not eat off the tree
I see it's not what it seem
They want me back at the bando, huh (Back in the bando)
I go to war like it's Rambo, huh (I go to war)
They wanna come out to battle, huh (Come out thе)
I gotta load up the ammo, huh (Baow)
He pull the string like a banjo, huh (Banjo)
I show my face, no mask on, huh (No mask)
Wifey ran on me, she bad though, huh (Yeah, bad)
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm bad though, huh (Yee)
They wanna come out to battle, huh
Don't even know why they mad for, huh (Why they mad?)
You better use your manners, huh (Use your)
Back to attackin' the beat
I gotta fall with the leaves
I do not eat off the tree
I see it's not what it seem
They want me back at the bando, huh (Back in the bando)
I go to war like it's Rambo, huh (I go to war)
They wanna come out to battle, huh (Come out thе)
I gotta load up the ammo, huh (Baow)
Ayy (I see)
(Now you savin' me)
Asked how I'm doing, I told 'еm, "I'm Gucci" (Yeah)
I hop on a track and I'm spittin' the Louis (Bad)
They ain't what they seem, guess I'm missin' the movie (Woah)
I shoot with the word and they think it's an Uzi (Blick)
How they gon' tell me stop?
Look at the sky and I aim for the top (For the top)
They thirsty, I serve 'em a drink on the rocks (Yeah)
Can't walk in my shoes, I gave 'em the socks (Gave 'em the sock)
Ayy, live out the back of the Bando
I need a chain, white T, and a Lambo (Yeah)
I won't get on and then switch on the famo
I'm in the field, can't be seen in this camo (Yeah)
Partner had told me keep goin', it's mando' (Brr)
They gon' be mad when I hop in the Phantom (Woah)
They hate for no reason, I feel like it's random (Yeah)
You cannot play me and act for the camera (Ayy)
I got a gift, it ain't come from no Santa
My partner gon' slide for me like a scammer, yeah
Mission
Yeah
(Chewey, stop playin')
Ayy
I grew up by the bando, huh (Bando)
He pull the string like a banjo, huh (Banjo)
I show my face, no mask on, huh (No mask)
Wifey ran on me, she bad though, huh (Yeah, bad)
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm bad though, huh (Yee)
They wanna come out to battle, huh
Don't even know why they mad for, huh (Why they mad?)
You better use your manners, huh (Use your)
Back to attackin' the beat
I gotta fall with the leaves
I do not eat off the tree
I see it's not what it seem
They want me back at the bando, huh (Back in the bando)
I go to war like it's Rambo, huh (I go to war)
They wanna come out to battle, huh (Come out thе)
I gotta load up the ammo, huh (Baow)
Ayy (I see)
(Now you savin' me)
Slatt, let me, yeah
Deep in the trenches, it's me in the field
I'm prayin' He save me, I needed a mil' (It's P)
Gave me a reason to put it on God
My mama was active
We made it for real
Back in the city
I'm up and I'm blessed
For the ones who thought I would panic here
We at the bottom, I'm handlin' fear
Watch how you move, it's cameras in there
Yeah
Don't try and tamper with dogs, we callin' on God
It's bigger than banks, we fill up the tanks
We all on the gas, we stay with the plug (Brrt)
Knowin' the mission, I'm breakin' the rules
They in attendance to see me in full (Right)
God is my witness, I'm prayin' for food (Exactly)
'Til they gettin' money and I know I ain't through
God took me out of the bando (Bando)
Thankful I never had played with keys
My mama came home with pianos (Pianos)
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
It's demons that's off in the shadows (Yeah)
I had to turn into Rambo
I grew up by the bando, huh (Bando)
He pull the string like a banjo, huh (Banjo)
I show my face, no mask on, huh (No mask)
Wifey ran on me, she bad though, huh (Yeah, bad)
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm bad though, huh (Yee)
They wanna come out to battle, huh
Don't even know why they mad for, huh (Why they mad?)
You better use your manners, huh (Use your)
Back to attackin' the beat
I gotta fall with the leaves
I do not eat off the tree
I see it's not what it seem
They want me back at the bando, huh (Back in the bando)
I go to war like it's Rambo, huh (I go to war)
They wanna come out to battle, huh (Come out thе)
I gotta load up the ammo, huh (Baow)
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Linton, Antonio Smith, Paris Hoskins
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