BANDO 4 BANDO Lyrics

Fuck a band for band, we goin' bando 4 bando

Hit him with that drac', got lit up like a candle

Pull up with that "oh shit!", take his mans' off

Damn, you lucky you ain't know me, back then I woulda ran off

I just made ya salary, off of one song

I just popped a couple Percs, so i'm numb long

You ain't talking bout no bread, bitch fuck off

Perc 30 milligram, from the drugstore

I been higher then my fien's, recently

No pump faking, if you reach you bleed

Like a soccer mom, i'ma feed the team

Shootin' long range, yeah my gun got a beam

Tryna play with me, but I'm player one

Next year you gon' hope you have a better run

Lil hoe, I keep a tool, like I'm fixin' some

I sip a pint of Wockhardt, then I piss it up

Told my bitch, "hell naw, ion wanna hear about it"

All that lil' bullshit, I stay clear about it

I been scoring pints, i'm bout to build a drank fountain

On the top, you can't get up this mountain

Say you doing better, I don't wanna hear shit

I don't give a fuck if it ain't about me, bitch

Put a drum on the mop, now I sweep shit

I been getting richer then y'all, but barely do shit

Keep a stick with my fit, yeah, I'm too equipped

She gon' suck on my dick after I nut, yeah

I just made a bag today, I'm saying "fuck yeah"

You don't understand shit, you talk to me, you saying, "what's that?"

I got foreign bitches, on the Whatsapp

I don't sip cut drank, bitch, I can't cut back

Ya hoe stank, how the fuck did you fuck that?

You can get a discount on the feature, if its straight cash

You got money, but you still fuck the same bitches

I'm rocking Arc'teryx, ain't no rain hittin'

I'm in that fuckin' whip, and i'm lane-switching

Shooters shoot from long range, he thinkin' Dame hit em

Number nine jeans, not no Balmain, we don't rock the same denim

They gon' call me, i'm the one that put the pain in it

Play games with me, then you died, yeah, your game ended

You got a two, I got a ten

No, we don't fuck the same bitches

You just catching up, bitch I been did it

Yeah, yo bitch a slut, yeah I been hit it

You scared to fucking shoot, like you Ben Simmons

Go on missions for that loot, I need bread in it

Give my hitman a bag, he bring that bag back with yo head in it

Yeah, my cup either got purple or that red in it

Yeah, they say my name so much ain't no forgetting it