Million Dollar Bando
(I got Vybez with me, real vibes with me)
(Yeah, uh)
All you niggas broke as fuck they wearing they man's clothes
Trap out mansions, this a million dollar bando
Got a hundred on this stick, that bitch a light show
High goals, aye, came in with some white gold (white golds)
Micros, aye, my bitch bad and she type slow (type slow)
My glow, pimp a million dollar white hoe
I talk to my glizzy, don't air out the block
I was born in the mob, I'll air out the cops
He think that he crazy well bitch I think not
I'm tryna blow all the blood from his top
I got them shooters with me like the Navy
They get off them pills, turn into brazy babies
Sliding in traffic got tools with the lasers
Bitch from the vip but she come from Las Vegas
They came with some pounds on she flew from Jamaica
I want a private place, how many acres
I want your bitch again know Imma take her
Twenty-four times I'm like Kobe with the Lakers
She want a man like a barcode
Give me a car key, need bands I'll Wells Fargo
Niggas still trapping, gotta watch for the narcos
Had no role models, we looked up to Chapo
Niggas still sliding, got bricks in the cargo
Real sharp shooter, knock the meet out your taco
He got hit up it's critical, now he look different too
They say he need surgery, doc say it's difficult
I'm always reaching, bitch I'm paranoid
Walk down gang, real jack boys
Bad bitch gon fuck on ex for it
I done pinned lil bitch back to the backboard
I'm gon' hit my target, aye, fuck the sheriff and the whole department
No regular artist (no regular)
You think that we beefin'
I'm gon' pull up with that carbon
Whip the rover hit Magnolia, uh
Nigga I don't fuck with roaches
Say he sending packs like postal, uh
Niggas big capping on you
Big talker what you wan' do, uh
Southside we pull up on you
Boy this ain't a game, no Sony
Can't fuck with her she got the 'ronies
Can't fuck with her, she fucked my niggas
I was younger smoking swishsers
Running from police, no discipline
Folks mad at my impotence
Big bag yo nigga penny pinch
I can't do no skinny bitch
Staying down 'til I'm really rich
Rest in piece my auntie, send me kisses
It's no surprise, I'm hitting on yo misses
Now how the fuck they let me run the district
Tell that bitch be humble like I'm Kendrick
I ain't Gunna, but they love the big drip
Niggas gassing, I ain't talking Quik Trip
Snapping like a bone or ligament
I'm mopping up these niggas like my flow is a slit wrist
She love to call me daddy when the bone get sticked in
Niggas think I'm popping when they see me at them shows
Wait a little minute, you ain't seen nothing tho
I been staying focused I ain't feening bout these hoes
Product of the streets, it's in my soul (Yeah)
All you niggas broke as fuck they wearing they man's clothes
Trap out mansions, this a million dollar bando
Got a hundred on this stick, that bitch a light show
High goals, aye, came in with some white gold (white golds)
Micros, aye, my bitch bad and she type slow (type slow)
My glow, pimp a million dollar white hoe
I talk to my glizzy, don't air out the block
I was born in the mob, I'll air out the cops
He think that he crazy well bitch I think not
I'm tryna blow all the blood from his top
(Yeah, uh)
All you niggas broke as fuck they wearing they man's clothes
Trap out mansions, this a million dollar bando
Got a hundred on this stick, that bitch a light show
High goals, aye, came in with some white gold (white golds)
Micros, aye, my bitch bad and she type slow (type slow)
My glow, pimp a million dollar white hoe
I talk to my glizzy, don't air out the block
I was born in the mob, I'll air out the cops
He think that he crazy well bitch I think not
I'm tryna blow all the blood from his top
I got them shooters with me like the Navy
They get off them pills, turn into brazy babies
Sliding in traffic got tools with the lasers
Bitch from the vip but she come from Las Vegas
They came with some pounds on she flew from Jamaica
I want a private place, how many acres
I want your bitch again know Imma take her
Twenty-four times I'm like Kobe with the Lakers
She want a man like a barcode
Give me a car key, need bands I'll Wells Fargo
Niggas still trapping, gotta watch for the narcos
Had no role models, we looked up to Chapo
Niggas still sliding, got bricks in the cargo
Real sharp shooter, knock the meet out your taco
He got hit up it's critical, now he look different too
They say he need surgery, doc say it's difficult
I'm always reaching, bitch I'm paranoid
Walk down gang, real jack boys
Bad bitch gon fuck on ex for it
I done pinned lil bitch back to the backboard
I'm gon' hit my target, aye, fuck the sheriff and the whole department
No regular artist (no regular)
You think that we beefin'
I'm gon' pull up with that carbon
Whip the rover hit Magnolia, uh
Nigga I don't fuck with roaches
Say he sending packs like postal, uh
Niggas big capping on you
Big talker what you wan' do, uh
Southside we pull up on you
Boy this ain't a game, no Sony
Can't fuck with her she got the 'ronies
Can't fuck with her, she fucked my niggas
I was younger smoking swishsers
Running from police, no discipline
Folks mad at my impotence
Big bag yo nigga penny pinch
I can't do no skinny bitch
Staying down 'til I'm really rich
Rest in piece my auntie, send me kisses
It's no surprise, I'm hitting on yo misses
Now how the fuck they let me run the district
Tell that bitch be humble like I'm Kendrick
I ain't Gunna, but they love the big drip
Niggas gassing, I ain't talking Quik Trip
Snapping like a bone or ligament
I'm mopping up these niggas like my flow is a slit wrist
She love to call me daddy when the bone get sticked in
Niggas think I'm popping when they see me at them shows
Wait a little minute, you ain't seen nothing tho
I been staying focused I ain't feening bout these hoes
Product of the streets, it's in my soul (Yeah)
All you niggas broke as fuck they wearing they man's clothes
Trap out mansions, this a million dollar bando
Got a hundred on this stick, that bitch a light show
High goals, aye, came in with some white gold (white golds)
Micros, aye, my bitch bad and she type slow (type slow)
My glow, pimp a million dollar white hoe
I talk to my glizzy, don't air out the block
I was born in the mob, I'll air out the cops
He think that he crazy well bitch I think not
I'm tryna blow all the blood from his top
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Writer(s): Da'shawn Knight
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