Bandgang masoe - Outro lyrics

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Bandgang masoe - Outro lyrics

[Verse 1: Shredgang Strap] Swear to god i can't get high enough Blew a 3.5 with your b**h got her high as f** Gotta get these bands when you broke ain't no playing round Main shooter, pick it up when that play down Run up in your trap, where the bricks n***a lay down Come back chhirping with them birds, like i'm A-town Lil n***a it ain't sh** to finesse It's called lead work, b**h watch me run up a check Sad to say that these n***a really f**ed up How you f**ed up, speaking on other n***as f**ed up That's f**ed up, you needa get yo a** f**ed up Bout 30 n***as, blue bills, white buffs, black guns Want war, then these pussies can have it Young dog got that drum, see him next with the cannon Told his a** to be careful, don't get caught with the wratchet And if he do strap his nuts on, co*k back and blast it, b**h [Verse 2: Bandgang Masoe] We run the city, thats something n***as hate to say Most these n***as wearing bugs, so it's only right i spray On the 6, po' 6, damn i feel like dr. dre Court rows, feel like n***as plotting pull out rock the K Had a bad day, tommorow i'ma do it better City cold, so i blew some pearls on it's Gucci sweater Only bi b**hes blunter, or the f**ing good Babymama say i ain't nobody think i'm Hollywood Don't say a word to me n***a, i got hitters with me One call, body all y'all, streeters coming quickly Or i can call my n***a Mone and send a n***a home All you see is nappy head shooting n***a f** a comb [Verse 3: Shredgang Mone] Stretch anybody lil n***a, that's my favorite sport n***as real tough until they fight a case in court n***as hit the stand, shake his hand, turn his face and point Telling on everybody cause he can't face the joint Ayy my n***as point and then i aim Up the chopper, let it spit, knock ya straight up out yo frame Eat a n***a, up topper, man i gotta take his chain n***as think they tough, millz ate us just a ace of spades Justa black n***a, playing these hoes like Flava Flav Don't get on no more tip, cause i swear he a let the [?] spray n***as running they mouth, lil boy come and make my day Cause talking out the f**ing way, gone get yo a** blew today Up the chopper, hit record but nah i ain't Supa Ray Catching bodies, i'm on number 2 body for the day Lurking Glock 40's, and my n***as ain't finna play I'm on tip, don't be nothing but 3 or 4 a day [Verse 4: Bandgang AJ] Jumping in and out of sh**, switch it up on 15 Watch me hit the dash on this b**h, SRT 200 buff boys, yal n***as move slow Everything, we got it, up to debt we don't move slow Minks to the [?],lil n***a we pull snow And this b**h bear, hell nah i don't get cold But Lyytes coke white like the buffs, ghost Cutting up in that vet, this b**h ride like a ghost b**h we them [?] boys, buff boys and got ice in them Every [?] young king, like Mike hit it 20 through that bam blew out n***a Summer mines, everyday gone be a [?] n***a They ain't f**ing with us, on my mama n***a we get it SRTs to the f** that every whip we in it Switching lanes, never buffs and never changing It's gonna stay the same, til i die, that's on my name [Verse 5: Fat Dev ] Woke up with 20, feeling like i need another 10 b**h it's the family, all we know is f**ing win n***as snitching they f**ing the code up b**hes tripping, when they see us in person they go nuts n***as p**y when we see them in person they froze up Good ice, when you see us in person we froze up P8 just blew the rolli, Sweats blew the rolli Streets just left the sting and he just threw a f**ing olli And i been getting money since the hallways at Coney Oh god we blessing b**hes, got the gang feeling holy Biggs hit [?], left with a ice chain Rodes just hit [?] and put 20 in his frame Paid got black buffs with ice , it ain't a thing I would name the whole gang, but that be too many names You will get yo a** stretched reaching for a gold chain Like Mas i want the money, you can have this f**ing fame [Verse 6: Wytes ] I told her roll a n***a G, cause i like the way it smell Judge wanted 10 bands, my n***a still made a bail Man it's so simple, one ball, we all ball It's bandgang or no gang, we already told yal Bout to k** the high way, cause i just got that roll call Talking first 48, im riding with my roll dawg [?] stuff these pills and left me zero for these phones A thick b**h that can take dick, i swear i love these freaky hoes f**ing with a go getter who about all pros Gotta get that money, b**h this the green zone 6 sprites to be exact, we out here thugging in these trenches 40 when its go time, you will never catch me slipping n***as bout that real life, cause we out here tryna bubble If you broke, you a ham , you either hustle or you struggle And if the feds watching, then you pussies doing time A deep n***a tryna ball like im andy harris Bandgang

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