Stack It Bando Gz
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[Intro: Bando Gz]
Ski
Caught him clickin', man
It's over then
Wassup, my brother?
Ski, folk, ski, ski
Ski
[Verse 1: Bando Gz]
They call me Bando, niggas know that I don't play 'round
Tdot got the 40, while I'm dumpin' out the trey pound
Like, Beanie Sigel said Get Down Or Lay Down
And if I catch a O, it's still comin' out the spray ground
The whole block lit, my niggas play with mopsticks
Don't let me catch you creepin' on my gun, yo' body droppin'
Jay Gz a faggot, come slide up if you feel a way
We packin' ratchets, man, my niggas ain't never play
Don't chill on Jackson I'ma slide and put one in his face
It's free Jelly, know my niggas locked up in the gates
Six shots is humble, but he quick to let the hammer spark
Walk in the park, you hear the shots, we disappеar in dark
He think we lackin'. Lotti Gz pop out the cut
Hе got it tucked so all y'all niggas better not try and front
Free Baby Gz, we was just chillin' on the block
Jump up the opps, they hottest style 'bout to get it dropped
They talk on gang, then all my niggas wanna let it flock
And we ain't bluffin', me and DThang walkin' with a chop
Let a nigga act up, I'ma grab the grip
Walkin' through your 'jects, I got the 40 on my hip
Spanish lil' mami, she a thot, get her lit
She heard 'bout OG Bando, now she bitin' on her lips, gang
Gang
[Intro: Bando Gz]
Ski
Caught him clickin', man
It's over then
Wassup, my brother?
Ski, folk, ski, ski
Ski
[Verse 1: Bando Gz]
They call me Bando, niggas know that I don't play 'round
Tdot got the 40, while I'm dumpin' out the trey pound
Like, Beanie Sigel said Get Down Or Lay Down
And if I catch a O, it's still comin' out the spray ground
The whole block lit, my niggas play with mopsticks
Don't let me catch you creepin' on my gun, yo' body droppin'
Jay Gz a faggot, come slide up if you feel a way
We packin' ratchets, man, my niggas ain't never play
Don't chill on Jackson I'ma slide and put one in his face
It's free Jelly, know my niggas locked up in the gates
Six shots is humble, but he quick to let the hammer spark
Walk in the park, you hear the shots, we disappеar in dark
He think we lackin'. Lotti Gz pop out the cut
Hе got it tucked so all y'all niggas better not try and front
Free Baby Gz, we was just chillin' on the block
Jump up the opps, they hottest style 'bout to get it dropped
They talk on gang, then all my niggas wanna let it flock
And we ain't bluffin', me and DThang walkin' with a chop
Let a nigga act up, I'ma grab the grip
Walkin' through your 'jects, I got the 40 on my hip
Spanish lil' mami, she a thot, get her lit
She heard 'bout OG Bando, now she bitin' on her lips, gang
Gang
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