
Bando Kid Trippie Redd
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[Pre-Chorus]
Bando, bando
Bando, bando kid (Woah)
Bando, bando
Bando, bando kid (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Finna light the fire
Comin' from them dirty-ass trenches
We had no silver spoon, this shit was hell
Got rich and my friends still dead or in jail
You can do it to yourself or they'll do it to you (Woah)
R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. Juice (Woah)
Free Melvin, free Thug
I'm by myself, but I don't care 'cause I'm a thug
I'm by myself, but I won't run, I got a gun
I never tuck, I got my chains on in the club
Don't give a fuck, it's you or me, boy, then ya done, ah
[Verse]
Pourin' up mud (Mud)
Pourin' up drugs (Drugs, yeah)
Niggas is not my blood
These niggas not my blood (These niggas not my blood)
Don't fuck with nobody, they sendin' them shots and I'm hopin' they miss (Woo, blah)
Don't wanna go out bad or go out sad, but we takin' the risk (Takin' the risk)
You know that I'm chasin' my dreams (Dreams)
Double cup on me likе I'm a fiend
And we pourin' up Tris for Chris 'cause I'm tryna look likе a king
Yeah, yeah
Bando, bando
Bando, bando kid (Woah)
Bando, bando
Bando, bando kid (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Finna light the fire
Comin' from them dirty-ass trenches
We had no silver spoon, this shit was hell
Got rich and my friends still dead or in jail
You can do it to yourself or they'll do it to you (Woah)
R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. Juice (Woah)
Free Melvin, free Thug
I'm by myself, but I don't care 'cause I'm a thug
I'm by myself, but I won't run, I got a gun
I never tuck, I got my chains on in the club
Don't give a fuck, it's you or me, boy, then ya done, ah
[Verse]
Pourin' up mud (Mud)
Pourin' up drugs (Drugs, yeah)
Niggas is not my blood
These niggas not my blood (These niggas not my blood)
Don't fuck with nobody, they sendin' them shots and I'm hopin' they miss (Woo, blah)
Don't wanna go out bad or go out sad, but we takin' the risk (Takin' the risk)
You know that I'm chasin' my dreams (Dreams)
Double cup on me likе I'm a fiend
And we pourin' up Tris for Chris 'cause I'm tryna look likе a king
Yeah, yeah
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