Bando Lyrics

TT got my bando, I'm servin' lifetimes

She up in my bedroom, gettin' high-high

But we fuckin' on the low-low, you heard of Fight Night

Shinin' with these bezels, it's break like Ice Wine

And my roster is full, full of these hoes, she wanna bang

I'm on the phone, like, bitch, can you wait

I'm dealin' with stones, give me my sliver the cut that I own

I'm rippin' this bong as hard as I can

Got no feelin' in hand, she's singin' my songs

The Sprinter a van, CC covered with Xans

You wanted to ball, I left you to learn

Wait on my fall, before you return

I'm hittin' a broad, don't want it to burrr

I hit it in Boston, A Celtic for sure

Wasted, these backwoods got me sayin

Take care, even Drizzy couldn't save you

Your other mans, he wouldn't even face it

He lost a bag, cause what I did, it fazed him

You should turn back while you can, I'm showin' mercy

Four bags in a day, she feelin' perky

I took her out on a date, she feelin' thirsty

Pour me Jack every day, cause I ain't workin

TT got my bando, I'm servin' lifetimes

She up in my bedroom, gettin' high-high

But we fuckin' on the low-low, you heard of Fight Night

She fallin' for me

I guess I'm doin' somethin' really right

Oh my

Your nothin' to me

I just met you from all these mob ties

Mob ties

You give it to me so I'm givin' it back

All yours

Runnin' this shit and I'm gettin' the cash

On tour

I'm gettin' my feelin' back

Yeah, Paul George

Drip you out in YSL and Dior