Large Amounts (feat. Young Adz & Dirtbike LB)

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Come fuck with us, we the realest in the South

Cross the line, then Ricky go tape up your house

All that cocaine on the table like a mountain

I need that money so high that I cannot count

Ask the nitties and they'll tell you word-of-mouth

It's no secret, yeah, we really been about

I got her wet, she squirtin', squirtin' like a fountain

Call me L.A., yeah, you know that's large amounts

Yeah, Bando Baby 29 (Bando what they call me)

Bando Baby 29 (That's the name they gave me)

Bando Baby 29 (Bando, we ain't callin')

Bando Baby 29 (Trap house goin' crazy)

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I don't use no spoon to whip, I use a fork, bitch

And I don't use no Arm & Hammer, I use Borwick's

This dark gon' put a cat to sleep, just like it's Horlick's

I'm in the bando, only Stone Island I'm sporting

They didn't tell you that my watch, it cost a mortgage

They didn't tell you when I was eighteen, I had forty

All this gold got these bitches actin' naughty

She sucked my dick for some Giuseppe Zanotti

Ouch

Come fuck with us, we the realest in the South

Cross the line, then Ricky go tape up your house

All that cocaine on the table like a mountain

I need that money so high that I cannot count

Ask the nitties and they'll tell you word-of-mouth

It's no secret, yeah, we really been about

I got her wet, she squirtin', squirtin' like a fountain

Call me L.A., yeah, you know that's large amounts

LB ride a dirty bike (****, what they call you?)

Two watches, yeah, that's thirty-five (That's the name they gave you)

Mixed the lean, now that's dirty Sprite (****, we ain't callin')

LB ride a dirty bike (Trap house goin' crazy)

Stop lyin', boy, I know you can't afford it

Gave my jeweller thirty, told him, "Where's my Mortgage?" (Where's my house?)

I'm the reason why you **** went and bought it

So much money in my jeans, it's fuckin' (Skrrt)

Whippin' in my shorty's drum

Nearly got caught by my shorty's mum

Man, that woulda been a fuckin' madness (Mad)

Asked him how much light he got left, he told me, "Forty-one"

New nina, not a .40 one, you **** ain't about this

Come fuck with us, we the realest in the South

Cross the line, then Ricky go tape up your house

All that cocaine on the table like a mountain

I need that money so high that I cannot count

Ask the nitties and they'll tell you word-of-mouth

It's no secret, yeah, we really been about (We run the South)

I got her wet, she squirtin', squirtin' like a fountain

Call me L.A., yeah, you know that's large amounts