bando life

All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with a flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn them whips to digy dash Got me flying OT and rags just so I can flip a pack Young niggas living fast Gassed 'cause they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do 'em as I aim to bring my nigga back All them cold night in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats Pushed hella crack Trap me never that I bet I make the semi slap, boom! Well, if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips, now Teddy where the hemmies at? Run up in spots like, show me where the reddies at? I'm going Trevor mad Black suit, Men in Black I need a half a mil stack Looking like I push crack Like, mic I'm a dad Five years from now, trap suits remember that Middle of December going mad Tryna fill a bag 'Member being stuck on tag 'Member doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money mad I've been jail two times for the love of vans I see them niggas getting gassed off a couple grand I've got some other plans Stack it up in rubber bands I do the milli rock on any block nigga and the money dance Shout out my haters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got haters in the dam Though we tapped 'em with hitters and we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang I got a milli in the plan But for now, I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan All them long days in my cell Can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Meekz manny bet that name rings a bell Flippin' hell Free my niggas off the prison shelf They're either trapping or robbing but I just wish them well I see them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting themes on the block then don't miss a cell Lost a couple homies, make me want to hit the relf When Deezy died, the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs, I could relate that's real shit Gotta make it out quick Show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs, that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig Could live fast and you can go quick Prob'ly got to lose your homie just to know it's crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind, I make the line go sick Th'mount of times I made a white O flip Had me out in rims for all my white, Oh shit Pull up on your bitch and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg gotta stay focused Couple kitties rag off with some pennies so we don't tick End up burning gaffs and starting leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers Semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding 'til the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding 'til the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came a long way from Heath court and all that Real niggas take that shit to the grave with 'em Can't steal my shine like Fabian