819! Lyrics

Fuckin on a fat bitch wide receiver

I could run a label and be broke still wouldn't sign you either

Think you big dog you really just a misdemeanor

I was playin all my life while you was living in the bleachers

Me and unfazed one and two lets run the give and go

Splash brothers, imma let him shoot and we gone get him gone

Heard you wasn't solid, folding like a centerfold

Play the block, run the alley now we yammin on em

Stole my grandmama pills now I'm guilt trippin

Whole 8th in this wood this blunt built like Peter griffin

Wet sign on the floor for you if we catch you slippin

Someone better call team rocket bitch we on a mission

Someone call team rocket bitch we blasting off

I'll never cross my lil homies this ain't basketball

Say I don't get any money I just laugh it off

Big deposit, 500k this isn't math at all

Big deposit walk in the bank I feel like I'm the man

Bando Shepard, Cuz imma dog and leader of the lamb

Heard your new mixtape Brodie I am not a fan

I am not a beaver nor believer I don't give a damn

Ayyyy

I don't give a damn

Damn, Damn

I be geeking so much they think I'm on one

Greatest come back ever, even better than Lebron's one

Ain't no Jr. but I'm ballin like Lebrons son

Who you think you scaring lil boy that's a small gun

That's a small ass gun that shit puny as hell

Told my bitch to start an onlyfans that booty'll sell

If she don't get no dick then she moody as hell

Bando spazzin on the mic make the studio yell

Living life like its madden got an ultimate team

Can't fuck with that bitch she the ultimate fein

Ain't BLP but like gettin Kosher to me

She see I'm comin up she tryna get closer to me

Hell nahhh what the fuck