Band for Band ft. Stix Lyrics

Yeah, uh huh

Uh

Aye it's 4FE x Mafia nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Big four seven in this bitch we know to make shit freeze

Redbone with some curly hair, Ass fat as fuck, and she petite

Don't get it fucked up, My aim is too accurate, don't need a beam

We chasing green and pink and blue, Shit get bloody, leave red on the scene

Ten times out of ten I get a hunnid then times it by ten

New ball and I slapped it up The police don't like it, do it again

Posted in the doorway, you can't get it, We creep with FNs

Posted in the doorway, you can't get it, We creep with FNs

I brought out the tensions, Bronem at the door with FNs

No he ain't no kin, So when I see you, I'm gon' buck this ten

Heard that nigga said he miss his friend Well tell that nigga spin

Burnt up the Durango So I told big cuz bring out the Benz

Mafia clique with 4FE no do man cuz I wanna fee

Say he want to smoke with me? How many opps fit on a tee

Drop a song about some beef, Won't do shit, put you in a leaf

Nereio, Smoove O, and me, Like the big three, can't duck his heat

Big four seven in this bitch we know to make shit freeze

Redbone with some curly hair, Ass fat as fuck, and she petite

Don't get it fucked up, My aim is too accurate, don't need a beam

We chasing green and pink and blue, Shit get bloody, leave red on the scene

Ten times out of ten I get a hunnid then times it by ten

New ball and I slapped it up The police don't like it, do it again

We stay Posted in the doorway, you can't get it, We creep with FNs

We stay Posted in the doorway, you can't get it, We creep with FNs

I say, Stop, these niggas rats, they must like cops

You see these bitches in my whip They tryna get high, don't break the box

No it ain't pressure, if you up your pipe You gon' get put on Fox

Went through some obstacles in life, I push that shit down knock the blocks over

Should I cop a AMG or should I cop that Range Rover

Been ballin' on these niggas for so long, I need my take over

Different color money in this knot, it look like Crayola

Made a vow, I can't go back to sleep until my days over

That's infinite, 392, truck back to back, I'm drifting it

Some say it's a relay to the pape, bitch Mafia winning it

We been legit, thinkin' Trey won't shoot for me, he flippin' shit

I know if I go broke today, Lil' Sam gon' be shippin' shit

I just made ten on my ass, these niggas ain't even got that stash

Blowin' wood, stompin' the gas, Vroom check the dash, hope I don't crash

Bro, say yo' shit there go task, Hop out on feet, ain't gon' be last

Swipe this card, make this quick cash, We gon' hit sacks then bust they ass

Band for band or jeans for jeans, I got Amiri's on

I got a big heart, put on Chrome Heart, with Comme Des Garçons

If you is my bitch, you can't get shit if you don't know my song

That's just how it is, fuck how you feel, better get the fuck on

Ayy, say, say I said it's 4FE x Mafia

You must ain't heard me the first time

You must not know who I am, nigga, I'm TwoFace, I'm Tayiziian

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Big four seven in this bitch we know to make shit freeze

Long live Charlie Hustle