DJ Durel - Back To the Bando lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, that's where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap [Verse 1: Quavo] Trapping out the houses, with boards on the windows A lot of y'all claim bandos but I know y'all pretenders You know we the beginners, originate inventors If you knocking at my bando more than twice you cannot enter Fishscale rocking Cooking in Versace n***as baller blocking Feds still watching Molly sent in, percocet, xans Break a whole pound down, cap off extra grams Trap season contact season, Uncle Sam Bricks all white like the hair off of Sisqo Pots real greasy like I wiped it down Crisco Pulled up on a young n***a ask him what he lick for 50 packs in the hood because I made it rappin' Gave a cutie to my n***as down the road I made it happen Gave straps to my n***as that I knew was bout that action Birds sangin', Toni Braxton, in my trunk, I'm swerving traffic [Hook: Quavo] Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, that's where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap [Verse 2: Takeoff] Trapping out the houses, got more cheese than mouses Kicking in your door, I'm looking for the f**ing ounces Wave around that chopper I'm intimidate spouses Flipping over sofas, found a 100 in the couches 20 bales of soft, I let that alarm go off Jerz know he slurred trippin to let one off What the f** n***a, you trippin', you want the police to run up in the house? He said he won't give the key up to the safe, I'm bout to put this strap in his mouth Back to the bando, we go Back to the backseat they loving the flow QC they call us d**hrow We ain't straight outta Compton, we straight out the Nawf I'm in da city like Dro Roll a backwood, no drough, lotta cookie dough (girl scout) Broke n***as tickle me, Elmo Bando part 2 on the radio You n***as are Captain-Save-A-Hoe I'm a bit better than a playa hoe You n***as go to them local shows My bank account is on overload Y'all n***as ain't put your wrist in the pot Get you a knot, they go come to yo a spot Trap out the bando, cause n***as they watch Hit you artillery, n***as gon' plot [Hook: Quavo] Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, that's where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap