Bandlab Concoction Lyrics

Man, I'm at work with this shit, dawg

With the shiiits

This shit crazy

nigga, technology out-

Out of pockets for real, nigga

Niggas make shit like this

Off they phone, nigga?

Iphone 7, gahdamn

Siri, I see you, what up

Burn the fire, we don't need a lamp

Certified, I don't need a stamp

I got all this metal on me

Niggas start to feelin' like a champ

You got gas, put the whip on E fam

Change up how you livin' on the map

I got hoes actin' like they know me

Damn, too turnt, I don't need an amp

I'm an H-Town nigga, mami

Demi God sendin' waves bigger than tsunamis

Give me some, call through, give me that punani

Niggas hatin' till them boys go and get a hobby

Really ain't that hard to find me, ayy

Took time, but then I found a lane

Since then, man shit ain't been the same

I been really out the way

Niggas changed, I ain't sayin' names

I just hope them niggas maintain

I been tryna keep it real, dawg

Stayed true to my lane while they veered off

Killin' beasts, man, I really need a teardrop

Dear God, get me to another hilltop

Still hot, so I tell the gang

Burn the fire, we don't need a lamp

Certified, I don't need a stamp

I got all this metal on me

Niggas start to feelin' like a champ

You got gas, put the whip on E fam

Change up how you livin' on the map

I got hoes actin' like they know me

Damn, too turnt, I don't need an amp

Ayy, shawty bad like Rubi Rose

Walk around the crib like, "who needs clothes?"

Scrollin' through my phone like, "who these hoes?"

Baby, I don't care about them groupie hoes

I been workin' on myself

I been tryna build some wealth

I been learnin' from my L's

Ayy, ayy, I know how to make a sell

I can do this shit myself

I ain't goin' back to jail

Ayy, ayy, shawty fine with her friends

They slayin'

Niggas prayin' for the pussy like, amen

Type of pussy, make a nigga start bangin'

Shit real, do you know what I'm sayin'?

Burn the fire, we don't need a lamp

Certified, I don't need a stamp

I got all this metal on me

Niggas start to feelin' like a champ

You got gas, put the whip on E fam

Change up how you livin' on the map

I got hoes actinn' like they know me

Damn, too turnt, I don't need an amp

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Psst, psst

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