That Shit Dead Lyrics

Long days in the back of the Bando

Serving Js in the back of the Bando

Long nights in the back of the Bando

Sold a pike in the back of the Bando

Hit my phone, but the nigga ain't got bread

I ain't doin' no fronts, that shit dead

Cause a nigga ain't never gon' pay back

Caught him smokin' mid-pack, that shit dead

Chillin' smokin' on runtz I ain't doin' fronts

Coolin', rollin' up a blunt while I'm gettin' head

Long days in the back of the Bando

Serving Js in the back of the Bando

Grip the chop for the guap go commando

Too smooth, make it look like magic

And I just sent a pack to Orlando

Make one false move and I'm spazzin'

Make one false move and my trust gone

If it's up then it's stuck, I ain't movin' on

Anything that I want I can have it

For the cabbage, I promise I'm spazzin

In the cut with a bitch look like Nia Long

I'm gon' get to them M's, it won't be long

Nigga thought that I was sad cause I shed a tear

I'm just smokin' on the gas and this shit strong

Hit the blunt one time, knock the bitch out

Fuck the bitch one time, kick the bitch out

Too many pounds at the house, I'm at the Marriott

This shit I'm sayin' too real, you gotta hear me out

Niggas switchin' on they mans just to get the clout

It's a shame what they doin' for the bands now

Lookin' down, countin' blues, tryna keep count

Niggas cover every angle, I ain't missin' out

Heat a nigga like a steak at the steakhouse

I could never take a bitch to the safehouse

Cause these niggas gettin' robbed up behind these hoes

Keep my business locked tight behind closed doors

Got a knife, got a Glock, and a Draco

With a beam on the top for you hatin' hoes

Leave a nigga X'd out with a halo

Niggas better lay low when I say so

Long days in the back of the Bando

Serving Js in the back of the Bando

Long nights in the back of the Bando

Sold a pike in the back of the Bando

Hit my phone, but the nigga ain't got bread

I ain't doin' no fronts, that shit dead

Cause a nigga ain't never gon' pay back

Caught him smokin' mid-pack, that shit dead

Chillin' smokin' on runtz I ain't doin' fronts

Coolin', rollin' up a blunt while I'm gettin' head

Long days in the back of the Bando

Serving Js in the back of the Bando

Grip the chop for the guap go commando

Too smooth, make it look like magic

And I just sent a pack to Orlando

Make one false move and I'm spazzin'

Make one false move and I'm spazzin'

Make one false move and my trust gone

If it's up then it's stuck, I ain't movin' home

Yes sir, make one false move and I'm spazzin

With this Glock, leave a nigga in a casket

With the Glock in my lap, I'ma blast it

I'm blasting