BandGang - Cosign lyrics

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BandGang - Cosign lyrics

[Verse 1] City black balling, b**h we back balling White man just called, we just pill talking Label just called, we just mil talking Told they a** oh lord, I'm in the jugg office I got this b**h driving, I'ma call you back 12 bands, six hours, I'm like f** a rap We here in state 80, n***a f** the trap Your p**y a** been getting robbed, go and tell 'em that I lost my f**ing mind, turned water to wine In the hood pouring lines like I can't get signed And you sitting on the fence like you can't get found Once you jump in that water boy your a** gon' drown Once you jump in that fire boy your a** gon' burn Since you want all these problems, boy your a** gon' learn f** these n***as talkin' 'bout, b**h it been our turn f** these n***as talkin' 'bout, b**h it been our turn [Hook] No rapper cosigned us n***a, the streets cosigned us If you want us p**y n***a, come and find us You better k** us 'fore these labels come and sign us n***as want to shoot us It ain't even no beef, they just mad as f** They just mad as f** It ain't even no beef, they just mad as f** [Verse 2] I'm grimy towards n***as who're grimy towards me I'm a real a** n***a and I put that on P You flashing five bands, dog I make that in a week Man that's lil pocket change dog, that baby sh** steep Play me you gon' make me leave you way in sh**'s creek Well the point I'm tryna make, I'ma show you sh** stink Called your b**h over, f**ed her on the kitch' sink She kept on screaming big so I made the b**h leave The funny part about it I ain't give her not a sleeve She ask but I ain't budge ho, I need my guapanese I'm laughing too hard, let me see my doctor please These funny a** n***as got my kidney feeling weak [Verse 3] b**h, still high from yesterday, get higher today Anything you gotta say, you take that up with the K n***as' labels calling and we don't want sh** with a K IM's and book us flights, you might cosign us today I got work out in these streets, if rap don't work then I'm good n***as really don't respect you, might get k**ed in your hood [?] was the first under 20 to rock R's in the hood Don't come through trippin' cause them k**ers eating bars in the hood Got work like Tapo, pay rent through five bows Buy guns, won't buy clothes, not yours, them our hoes He f**ed up like typos Rolex hitting like a light show We don't do scares, we hate those BandGang, straight gang, case closed [Verse 4] Used to be a lame, that got old quick Hit the road for 30 days with the same sh** He was at the spot while I was gone, on some ho sh** But I jumped right back on the Mega, that ain't stop sh** n***as mad labels calling out the blue I can front a couple bowls, give you a month or two But take my kindness for weakness, put that Glock to use Me and Biggs run through quarters like a target booth [Verse 5] Blackballing a** city It's politics, same [?] we got banned I went rich n***a, ask Rose Five b**hes all working, they on their sh** And if them hoes keep puttin' up they might get rich n***a, to start sh**, these n***as know what's up It can't [?] around this b**h, say they vouched us It's six of us and we the king of the streets And we ain't stressin' over deals, either way we gon' eat n***a [Hook] No rapper cosigned us n***a, the streets cosigned us If you want us p**y n***a, come and find us You better k** us 'fore these labels come and sign us n***as want to shoot us It ain't even no beef, they just mad as f** They just mad as f** It ain't even no beef, they just mad as f**

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