Section Boyz - Came Back (Bando) lyrics

[Intro] Bando, Bando, Bando, Bando Bando, Bando, Bando, Bando Section, Section, Section [Hook] Tryna go sleep on a mad low On a mad low Tryna flip a bag to a lambo How the plan go I just came back from the bando From the bando I just came back from the bando From the bando I just came back from the bando From the bando I just came back from the bando From the bando I just came back from the bando From the bando I just came back from the bando From the bando [Verse 1: Sleeks] Stepped out the bando Got fresh kicks on cos I can doe I just see a youth on the back road And he didn't grow hair like mango On beef like spag bol Man better two step like tango Hate when the food gets mad low Gotta re-up, gotta get the bank rolls I see breast and fries like nandos Better rectify if you're man broke I'm old school like kangol Little b**h boy ain't got a back bone Got a cracked phone, no crack doe Got a trap phone, no trap doe Got a slag bro, I got hat yo I got raps doe, but I rap doe [Verse 2: Inch] Man it's f**ing four'o'clock And I'm coming from the bando Cruising in the left lane Got a phone call, we got links with the rambo Ah, what you mean bro? Man was meant to keep this on the d'low Spin the back P's doe, I got a little link doe And she wanna give me deep throat co*ky long like Heathrow But I need that P's doe, man'a gotta reload Mandem playing with this beat doe Dee's got C's like C-Lo You don't wanna be in the way When that light turns green bro [Hook] [Verse 3: Deepee] I just came back from the bando And I ain't seen my lap But my chain's got a slab on a lampost Got a face with a sprite and a tango I just came back from the bando And my face with michelle don't cancel And my friend still thinks that I am doe And I'm grime when they told me bout Django I got young boys and they got bank rolls They got front toys and they got rambos If they get grumpy, then it's aggro Got a free yard chillin' at the bando I got em chillin with the mad O And Lyon was the boy with the rambo And my little n***a had an afro He said he needed me But I didn't bang doe [Verse 4: Swift] I just came back from the bando, trap Ring my pears, it's with a mango Food so strong, that's mad trill The pack helped me get the packs yo Cut the brick down like Rambo 36 Z's, one man know Too many bands in the bando Bro looking out for the Five - O Another pinky hit the five note Tryna do home, not the bando Ring the, ring the phone that pack go Man are old school like zap zone Food, tables and chairs like nandos Zoot, smoking all zetsy like Jammo True, geting that money with famo Loose, man'a can't sleep if their mad low [Hook] [Verse 5: Knine] Just stepped in the trap house Walked in the bando With the pack gone, time to get this weight gone Make bread, stuff bands down in a pouch With them cold nights sleeping on the fiends house Pull my knife out Rip it old spree now Try bro and I swear I'm gonna ride out Blow it right down Make it slide out Peng ting looking like she from the bine house Team squeeze and my team on the rise now Gonna rise up, get the pack up and lay down That four will hit you up and bring the sky down Bet she look like she wanna cry now On the batty boy Boom, bye bye now Get the young packed in and f** around Just beat and the money gon' come around [Verse 6: Littlez] I just came back from the back road Tryna turn a pink note to bank roll And I've been doing road In the mad cold Man needs a mansion and a lambo Yeah you can't play me like a banjo See the big ting with the black hand doe Yeah band bro and he will let that go Make a bruddah lean back like Fat Joe Back gettin' bands in the bando Got the white whip whppin' like Django Other hard raps in the trap flow Real n***as round here like a afro Man'a turn a good one to a bad gyal Hot ting blowing on man like a candle Man'a get bands in But I ain't gotta brag doe You think you're a bad boy, how you gonna bang doe [Hook]