Bando ft. Lil Roc Lyrics

I'll put my killers on your head and your house, cause they savage, listen

Brody trappin' harder than a bitch He not tryna work no job

My nigga bustin' scams on them computers And he workin' fraud

Niggas in the house they broke his shit don't even got a car

Me and Skinny niggas don't get along We won't make it far

I'm really related to shooters Ball heads in this clip, it's a Glock, not a Ruger

There's 30 on me, lookin' longer than a ruler I ain't buy her a bag, she call me a loser

I need a bitch that's clashin' apprehension I know a junkie that'll do a backflip for a fix

Better have your gun when you up in that mix We gots 33, right on my 3rd

My Chineman ran out of drink, I'm on my last six

I sat in his house for two days, I know where he live

Niggas always wanna take, but never wanna give

I kill a nigga if he play with my family or kids

He went in the mood and got shot in the wrist

He be tippin' on the ground, but really a bitch

And my third gun was a .22, said he gots four or five bullets, lookin' like Fizz

I be switchin' it up, cause I'm runnin' out of luck

Pop five with a .50, watch niggas duck

I really be workin' that bitch like Andrew Luck

I used to work with a white, like snow on the bluff

My lil' bitch mad, I ain't beat the pussy up

I just got some hair, I got the fuck

I top suits on the stick, so I got grip when it bust

It's a 10 band move, nigga, that's not enough

He got hit with a .50, he thought it was a truck

It's all about loyalty, it's all about money

Niggas try to rob me, but they ain't get nothin' from me

And she fuckin' these niggas, you know she don't love me

These hoes just want a nigga for some money

When you gettin' that money, these niggas act free

You a lick, you got guns, but you not by the bus

A good bitch, yeah, I got Selena, we fuckin

I got purse on my body, so I'm always bustin

I'm on the 30's, she eatin' me up, and I love it

Standin' in the Glock, ho, more than it does

Got left in the open, that nigga was bluffin

I started to notice, niggas be talkin' bout nothin

They callin' my phone, they want me in the trap

They fuckin' with Rock, they say he brought the trap back

Blessin' the smokers, I'm blessin' the addicts

Tell em' come and get they fix, you know I'm a habit

I'm tryna get a deal, so mark a little balance

I put my killings on your head and your house, they savage

Brodie droppin' harder than a bitch

He not tryna work, no job

My nigga bustin' scans on them computers

And he workin' fraud

Niggas in the house, they broke as shit

Don't even got a car

Me and Skinny, niggas don't get along

We won't make it far