BANDO ft. Anfwan Lyrics

What we saying Fwan

Fuego, yeah

Ou wee, mama

What's the word man, yeah

You wanna come to the bando?

Ah, let me take you there

I don't really wanna see what she on

I can't really conversate with peons

Riding around in a coupe, and call it a pecon

She wanna come to the bando

She wanna talk to the gringo

Tell her don't touch on my poncho

Tell her go fuck on my amigo

Pardon the stepper I'm lethal

44 shoot like a free throw

I don't really wanna see what she on

I can't really fuck with you peons

Coming on the track and I'm beasting, feasting

Got a couple bitches for the weekend, freaking

I be on the grind I ain't sleeping

I be stepping on you my shit creasing, creasing

Got a couple groupies tryna meet me, meet me

Doing 69, it ain't no FEFE, FEFE

Hit a couple times and I'm just digging on her peastry

Slip a finger in and it be coming out greasy

I'm just riding tryna find a new piece

Sick of faking Imma do it with ease (Yeah, yeah)

Push to start, no keys

Hella groupies got bruised up knees

Don't stop it (Stop it)

I rock it (I rock it)

Feeling missed me (Feeling missed me)

Straight profit (Straight profit)

Stack fifties (Stack fifties)

She a rocket (Yeah, yeah)

I'm downing shorty, yeah I gotta get off it

I'm with the gang and we pulling up, man I'm rolling up

It's a party we doing it, yeah you know it's us

Been a minute It's all of us, at the top and it's bottomless

Getting my enemies, Imma line em' up

She just tryna get up on the team

She clingy for me, yeah shorty she a fiend

I'm just smoking, never coughing, never stopping

Straight flockin' I need my peace

I don't really wanna see what she on

I can't really conversate with peons

Riding around in a coupe, and call it a pecon

She wanna come to the bando

She wanna talk to the gringo

Tell her don't touch on my poncho

Tell her go fuck on my amigo

Pardon the stepper I'm lethal

44 shoot like a free throw

I don't really wanna see what she on

I can't really fuck with you peons