Bando Burna Bandz (Ft. Houdini)

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited
Get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches, lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money, you know nigga I’m with it
Took some L’s, man, you don’t know the feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping
Gotta check a bag, I’m on a mission

[Verse 1: Burna Bandz]
Going crazy man I’m stuck in the kitchen
Gotta get the bread my palms are itching
Hou on the stove whipping the chicken
This life we live got these young niggas tripping
Like why is you niggas be hating
'Cause a young nigga getting this money
This lil' cheque laid off ‘till Monday
And we still trap hard on a Sunday
And lil' bro demon, all he know is that gunplay
And I’m cooling where it ain’t safe
Running up in your crib and I’m heading for the safe
Need a big crib for all my crodies
And some phone calls for all my hitters
Some of my bros in they cells, they sitting
Late nights gotta get it, lil' nigga I’m on a mission
Man I’m tryna stack a million
And these bitches all in they feelings
But I ain’t tryna feel shit