[Verse]
G-O-O-D Fellas, young nigga play with this shit we get reckless
Come to his show, we snatchin’ his necklace
He wanna crack jokes, we get him fed like some eggs for breakfast
GL4 Spaz bless him
If I’m wit’ li’l bro I just shoot out that Lexus
Got some young niggas in the cartel, 956 Texas
Carbon 15 with a drum and a scope, we get extra
I pull that bread out you know I’m gon’ get him
He totin’ a G2C, Taurus as light as a feather
In the thunder dome, we bring them sticks out, we changin’ the weather
Just come and fuck some, you ain’t even got your shit together
Gen 5 world, we take that boy back to the nether
They wanna throw soft, but we spray like some pepper
Bitch, I’m a Playboy bunny, just call me Hugh Hefner
I don’t know ‘bout Slimelife, but I’m a real stepper
You might as well call that hoe Auntie Anne’s, 'cause I fold her up like a pretzel
That baby ass fye, we rock out, heavy metal
That nigga too corny, so we popped his ass like he kettle
Gang get rowdy, I’mma real-deal rebel
You can’t be BandGang, you stuck on the same level
That boy wanna ride, he don’t got no pedals
That nigga a pig, the sky just fallin’ on me, just like I’m Chicken Little
Big dog, the only safe one, cannot be belittled
EBG BandGang, we don’t know ‘bout no jizzle
I keep the Glock in my pocket, it slide, touchin’ on my belly, you know that bih tickle
10-letter, knives touchin' on my stomach, you know ain’t no pressure
I was the type sleepin’ wit my fye under my damn pillow and not in my dresser
My pockets fat like tomato, but y'all pussy boys need to catch up
Any beef that we had with niggas, we one-up
You want the smoke back nigga, whats up?
BandGang 50-round-drum on Glocks, know the young nigga in a band
I hate niggas just like Ku Klux Klan
Grew up street, I was on level 5 and there ain't no gun fye bottom tips got big knives, top tier drum, no frog eyes
Try to run in my trap, he dead flies
Know a young nigga got mob ties
My capo hit my jack, ain't been the same ever since my dawg died
I think I need a relapse 'cause all these bangers in here modified
These niggas hate on us and they throw salt, just like McDonald's fries
Poppin' out might just free-pick one these li'l niggas 'cause I miss lil kia
Bad bitch she just gon' eat the dick up and just go, you know we don't do goodbyes
They said they not feeling my flow, at least I’m gon’ try
We put a tag on his toe and you know he bye-bye
Free King30, but he got locked up but you know we 09
I’ll leave a opp dead back in one five
That bih can't be mine cause we know she dick ride
See lil jay on the block ima serve him a line
Say u did my mans bad i know that you lyin’
We dont go out bad on god we up fye
Nigga come to my house i walk out the door wit some stuff it that’ll shit on a nine’
Lil glokk40, glokk40spaz don't call me Bwhoa
Mob shit you know ima get a b-roll
Me n my woa we do not argue bout hoes
And we not selling our soul
That nigga he act like a cop might aswell call him robo
Yo nigga a bum and a bitch i can't believe bitch, that you fell in love with a hobo (fuck)
G-O-O-D Fellas, young nigga play with this shit we get reckless
Come to his show, we snatchin’ his necklace
He wanna crack jokes, we get him fed like some eggs for breakfast
GL4 Spaz bless him
If I’m wit’ li’l bro I just shoot out that Lexus
Got some young niggas in the cartel, 956 Texas
Carbon 15 with a drum and a scope, we get extra
I pull that bread out you know I’m gon’ get him
He totin’ a G2C, Taurus as light as a feather
In the thunder dome, we bring them sticks out, we changin’ the weather
Just come and fuck some, you ain’t even got your shit together
Gen 5 world, we take that boy back to the nether
They wanna throw soft, but we spray like some pepper
Bitch, I’m a Playboy bunny, just call me Hugh Hefner
I don’t know ‘bout Slimelife, but I’m a real stepper
You might as well call that hoe Auntie Anne’s, 'cause I fold her up like a pretzel
That baby ass fye, we rock out, heavy metal
That nigga too corny, so we popped his ass like he kettle
Gang get rowdy, I’mma real-deal rebel
You can’t be BandGang, you stuck on the same level
That boy wanna ride, he don’t got no pedals
That nigga a pig, the sky just fallin’ on me, just like I’m Chicken Little
Big dog, the only safe one, cannot be belittled
EBG BandGang, we don’t know ‘bout no jizzle
I keep the Glock in my pocket, it slide, touchin’ on my belly, you know that bih tickle
10-letter, knives touchin' on my stomach, you know ain’t no pressure
I was the type sleepin’ wit my fye under my damn pillow and not in my dresser
My pockets fat like tomato, but y'all pussy boys need to catch up
Any beef that we had with niggas, we one-up
You want the smoke back nigga, whats up?
BandGang 50-round-drum on Glocks, know the young nigga in a band
I hate niggas just like Ku Klux Klan
Grew up street, I was on level 5 and there ain't no gun fye bottom tips got big knives, top tier drum, no frog eyes
Try to run in my trap, he dead flies
Know a young nigga got mob ties
My capo hit my jack, ain't been the same ever since my dawg died
I think I need a relapse 'cause all these bangers in here modified
These niggas hate on us and they throw salt, just like McDonald's fries
Poppin' out might just free-pick one these li'l niggas 'cause I miss lil kia
Bad bitch she just gon' eat the dick up and just go, you know we don't do goodbyes
They said they not feeling my flow, at least I’m gon’ try
We put a tag on his toe and you know he bye-bye
Free King30, but he got locked up but you know we 09
I’ll leave a opp dead back in one five
That bih can't be mine cause we know she dick ride
See lil jay on the block ima serve him a line
Say u did my mans bad i know that you lyin’
We dont go out bad on god we up fye
Nigga come to my house i walk out the door wit some stuff it that’ll shit on a nine’
Lil glokk40, glokk40spaz don't call me Bwhoa
Mob shit you know ima get a b-roll
Me n my woa we do not argue bout hoes
And we not selling our soul
That nigga he act like a cop might aswell call him robo
Yo nigga a bum and a bitch i can't believe bitch, that you fell in love with a hobo (fuck)
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