Outro
(Uh)
(Fye fye fye)
Niggas yeah they like to talk
I ain't with it
When we pop out it gon dumb
We gon aim sum at his fitted
Finna unload fully drum
This bitch spitting ain't no sickness
Yeah I'm in it like I'm tums
That bitch love it yeah I'm pimpin yeah yeah
(Uh yeah)
Uh
We gon let it fly
Niggas poppin right out with the chop
Niggas bound to die
If I catch him lackin we gon box
Boy you not that guy
Bando yeah he climbing to the top all my niggas live
Niggas yeah they like to talk
I ain't with it
When we pop out it gon dumb
We gon aim sum at his fitted
Finna unload fully drum
This bitch spitting ain't no sickness
Yeah I'm in it like I'm tums
That bitch love it yeah I'm pimpin yeah yeah
He runnin fast
Ain't no sonic
Ain't no lab rat got bionics
Yeah I got some lil niggas looking up
Man Bando on it
They like what you mean?
Get a bag feed the whole damn team
Bando Ina stu we cooking up man I love my green
Yeah she love it she love it she love it
Bando hop out on the scene
I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming
Get that cash by any means
Talking hot bro on the lean
Yeah these niggas lookin up to me
Told my lil brodie aim to win so ya niggas eat
Mama kno I let this cannon loose
I be in the field right with my niggas
No I can not lose
Yeah this bitch know ima dog and it's true
Yeah she fuck the gang
No lil bitch ain't coming through
Lil bitch I'm on the move
(Fye fye fye)
Niggas yeah they like to talk
I ain't with it
When we pop out it gon dumb
We gon aim sum at his fitted
Finna unload fully drum
This bitch spitting ain't no sickness
Yeah I'm in it like I'm tums
That bitch love it yeah I'm pimpin yeah yeah
(Uh yeah)
Uh
We gon let it fly
Niggas poppin right out with the chop
Niggas bound to die
If I catch him lackin we gon box
Boy you not that guy
Bando yeah he climbing to the top all my niggas live
Niggas yeah they like to talk
I ain't with it
When we pop out it gon dumb
We gon aim sum at his fitted
Finna unload fully drum
This bitch spitting ain't no sickness
Yeah I'm in it like I'm tums
That bitch love it yeah I'm pimpin yeah yeah
He runnin fast
Ain't no sonic
Ain't no lab rat got bionics
Yeah I got some lil niggas looking up
Man Bando on it
They like what you mean?
Get a bag feed the whole damn team
Bando Ina stu we cooking up man I love my green
Yeah she love it she love it she love it
Bando hop out on the scene
I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming
Get that cash by any means
Talking hot bro on the lean
Yeah these niggas lookin up to me
Told my lil brodie aim to win so ya niggas eat
Mama kno I let this cannon loose
I be in the field right with my niggas
No I can not lose
Yeah this bitch know ima dog and it's true
Yeah she fuck the gang
No lil bitch ain't coming through
Lil bitch I'm on the move
Credits
Writer(s): Roy Rivera
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