Intro Lando Bando & The Hip Hop Lab (Ft. BabyTron & Icewear Vezzo)
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[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga)
Lando, you already know this for the gang, nigga
(Primo Beats on the track)
Drank God
What
Yeah
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, gotta tuck the beam
Like, fuck you mean? I'll smoke a nigga like Russian Creams
Poured a pint of Trishy up, pop a couple beans
Froze Cubans wrapped around my neck, that's a hundred G
Every opp I ever had, I put a bag on 'em
'Cause we ain't stepping in no club unless that MAG on us
Ain't never walking jewelry down, you know I cash on me
I was still moving like a boss when I ain't have nothing
We was thugging in the slums and found a way to eat
I let that choppa do the talking, that's the way we speak
Put a sixty on yo head, yeah, that's a eight of green
No, I ain't going back and forth with rappers, bitch, we play for keeps
Jump off stage at every show, bitch, I'm like free the guys
[?] Ghetto Boyz and you know we the mob
A pint of Wocky in my pop, yeah, that was three a line
A thousand pills on the kitchen table, I'm with BabyTron
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga)
Lando, you already know this for the gang, nigga
(Primo Beats on the track)
Drank God
What
Yeah
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, gotta tuck the beam
Like, fuck you mean? I'll smoke a nigga like Russian Creams
Poured a pint of Trishy up, pop a couple beans
Froze Cubans wrapped around my neck, that's a hundred G
Every opp I ever had, I put a bag on 'em
'Cause we ain't stepping in no club unless that MAG on us
Ain't never walking jewelry down, you know I cash on me
I was still moving like a boss when I ain't have nothing
We was thugging in the slums and found a way to eat
I let that choppa do the talking, that's the way we speak
Put a sixty on yo head, yeah, that's a eight of green
No, I ain't going back and forth with rappers, bitch, we play for keeps
Jump off stage at every show, bitch, I'm like free the guys
[?] Ghetto Boyz and you know we the mob
A pint of Wocky in my pop, yeah, that was three a line
A thousand pills on the kitchen table, I'm with BabyTron
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