BANDO Lyrics

I'm an addict for sneakers

Call your bitch and that's 20 a beeper

Cuban links on, I still got the heater

Real ones know I can't stand hoes with needles

Can't carry all 4 when I carry a 5, the gat is a feeder

Got me in proceedings yeah

You bitches is feeding yeah

The crew need to eat

Can't afford to be beat

Your girl, I can't greet her

Never too much for me

Goons never knew how to stand up to me

Get 200 for me

Hope Gucci don't need it

Or I never seen it

Cuz that's the truth

Can't nobody be indebted to me

I told them boys they can't stop me

Cuz I was standing on top of the world

Told them to get to work

Or they gonna end up under the Earth

Even the bums gon see

It takes a lot just to be free

Know that you gotta go grind

If you really wanna hit your prime

Doing it all again

Can't live with it all again

Won't work at the mall again

They plotting my fall again

I'm an addict for sneakers

Call your bitch and that's 20 a beeper

Cuban links on, I still got the heater

Real ones know I can't stand hoes with needles

Can't carry all 4 when I carry a 5, the gat is a feeder

Got me in proceedings yeah

You bitches is feeding yeah

The crew need to eat

Can't afford to be beat

Your girl, I can't greet her

Never too much for me

Goons never knew how to stand up to me

Get 200 for me

Hope Gucci don't need it

Or I never seen it

Cuz that's the truth

Can't nobody be indebted to me

Don't talk to them once they go pop

Can't believe they think it bother me

Been calling up opps

Talk to them bout how to move on

So many squares it's a box

Don't mean to diss but that's what I'm on

Kid stuck in his bag

But I've been tryna work for my bag

Ay

Don't tell me to see no

Parked 2 seater, no Mercedes Benz

Don't tell me to quit when I'm working on bands

Some heads that never got out of the can

I'm tired of sitting with people who sin

All of these lames who's letting them in

And as of today

They ain't getting wins

Never again

Cuz I'm tired of lending my pen

Guess they can't see

What we planned

All laid out

In the bandos and traps we love to get turnt

My favorite trap house introduced me to work

Guess I never stopped tryna hit me a lick

Never forgot how to pack a brick

Motherfuckers never knew that's just how we did

Doing it all again

Can't live with it all again

Won't work at the mall again

They plotting my fall again

I'm an addict for sneakers

Call your bitch and that's 20 a beeper

Cuban links on, I still got the heater

Real ones know I can't stand hoes with needles

Can't carry all 4 when I carry a 5, the gat is a feeder

Got me in proceedings yeah

You bitches is feeding yeah

The crew need to eat

Can't afford to be beat

Your girl, I can't greet her

Never too much for me

Goons never knew how to stand up to me

Get 200 for me

Hope Gucci don't need it

Or I never seen it

Cuz that's the truth

Can't nobody be indebted to me