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Bando
by Hotline
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Trapping out a bando
Niggas be snitching so only roll with your man so
Touch my people and we going full commando
Its was chill then you turned into rambo
Oh dont shoot up the spot
He just told her that he gonna shoot up the box
He a wild boy lol
And you know wild seeds come from wild soil(Yaktown)
Speaking of - I crawl thru the mud
Got it out the dirt without a stain on my shirt
For the thugs with the pain and the hurt
Thats who I do it for No need for shame know your worth
Bounce right back on it
Got rabid on they ass like a dog that's foaming
Tap into my frequency while they tap phones
Cuz you get collect calls at the cribs from homies
Hickory Dickory Even Rhyming Simply
Im over the fact that ya cats is trembling
I aint even warm up yet and yall simmering
Spazzing with all that Reckless ya killing me
Trying to live to a ghost that write
Hit the both and black out with a face full of white
Im sipping on my potion while contemplating life
Thinking I aint make it this far just to lose it all tonight
The Return of Drip That make you spit bars
And make your hips dip and lips caress stars
Well I guess not me cause Im a comet
Silly gimmicks for the likes stead of Rhymes you a comic
Oh Did he Touch a nerve
I hope so so you boss up and Kick that hurst
Quit playing to the crowd and just spit that Burst
Cuz the art dont when we kill a verse
Trapping out a bando
Niggas be snitching so only roll with your man so
Touch my people and we going full commando
Its was chill then you turned into rambo
Oh dont shoot up the spot
He just told her that he gonna shoot up the box
He a wild boy lol
And you know wild seeds come from wild soil(Yaktown)
Speaking of - I crawl thru the mud
Got it out the dirt without a stain on my shirt
For the thugs with the pain and the hurt
Thats who I do it for No need for shame know your worth
Bounce right back on it
Got rabid on they ass like a dog that's foaming
Tap into my frequency while they tap phones
Cuz you get collect calls at the cribs from homies
Hickory Dickory Even Rhyming Simply
Im over the fact that ya cats is trembling
I aint even warm up yet and yall simmering
Spazzing with all that Reckless ya killing me
Trying to live to a ghost that write
Hit the both and black out with a face full of white
Im sipping on my potion while contemplating life
Thinking I aint make it this far just to lose it all tonight
The Return of Drip That make you spit bars
And make your hips dip and lips caress stars
Well I guess not me cause Im a comet
Silly gimmicks for the likes stead of Rhymes you a comic
Oh Did he Touch a nerve
I hope so so you boss up and Kick that hurst
Quit playing to the crowd and just spit that Burst
Cuz the art dont when we kill a verse