Bando. - Steak & Yams lyrics

Yea, everywhere i go you know it’s southside in it Pound sign n**** i been outside with it See me on the line, give me like 5 minutes I been looking at my time like it’s bout time n**** I don’t see no breaks or no stop signs All we see is guap signs, they fill up my hotline I be in the field tryna build with all my kind Really bout a mil’ my n**** i’m so for real Yea, i pop my s*** when i wanna Big marijuana smoke hoppin’ out the whip i been zonin’ I be trying to live in the moment I know one of me won’t be here in the morning Own it Imma get the bill, likе i paid for it I can’t even wait for it, b**** i gotta date for it I got on thе plane and i came to la for it Imma need the plate with the yams and steak on it Yea the hustle can’t knock me off Aw yea we make it look good over here Ridin’ with the top cut off, circle the block wit my patnas You know they showin love when they see us We just want the whole thing Can’t let em get you, it’s a cold game Pray that we never fold, we won’t change The only pain we need is champagne, dang This that swang yo’ ride s*** We just want deposits This that get on your grind s*** This that s*** for all these folk This that s***, get all this dope This that s***, for all we know we all this close let’s all get dough Put a little love in the game, won’t get it back No i’m not the same teezy t with the fitted cap, ooh Old unt, yea i been in that Don’t really use my degree, might send it back, true I don’t need a paper, still certified, true I don’t need a check, still verified, ooh Got another check, not verified Take another trip, blow a check at the enterprise Ooh, baby Buy you something nice, no fugazi Talk to me nice, don’t talk to me crazy I’m in all white like that dude from the 80s I got more stripes than that crew from the 80s This ain’t rev run’s house, this is tev funhouse Bouncin’ all over this b**** ‘til sundown Oh i meant sun up You can smell the come up, i just put one up Got me paranoid thinkin’ should i put my gun up But i’d rather stand here and fight, i’m not a runner I’m a all-state, first place, number one stunna Slash southside, outside, chillin’ m*****f***** Where you been at (baby i belong to the streets) Know a yungin’ straight, just need somethin’ to eat Know i do trick if you show me how to treat Then i run it back thrice like i threw it on repeat Yea the hustle can’t knock me off Aw yea we make it look good over here Ridin’ with the top cut off, circle the block wit my patnas You know they showin’ love when they see us We just want the whole thing Can’t let em get you, it’s a cold game Pray that we never fold, we won’t change The only pain we need is champagne, dang This that swang yo’ ride s*** We just want deposits This that get on your grind s*** This that s*** for all these folk This that s***, get all this dope This that s***, for all we know we all this close let’s all get dough