Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BandGang Lonnie Bands
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BandGang Lonnie Bands
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Producer
Lyrics
(Trauma Tone)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Break a bitch down like my dough jer
Bang bang on that bitch, I'm a soldier
Send a bitch with that work like I'm 'posed to, hey
Send her with them pills, no motron
I'm the man in my city
Ayy, I'm the man in your city, bitch
Ayy, I'ma fuck you good and I'ma leave you, baby
Hey, damn right I play it greezy, baby
Every night a **** think of them broke days
And when my music wasn't gettin' no plays
****, on my birthday, I had no cake
Last week, I had a threesome with some snowflakes
God gave me a gift, I'ma take it in stride
Put my pride to the side and I came alive
Had to feed my guys, ayy, ayy
****, free my guys, ayy
Made my own way and they hated on me
Want me to slip, I know they waitin' on me
Whole team made a mil', then they raided on me (Then they raided on me)
Just say a prayer for us, ayy
I was just born in this shit, I was just born in this shit
How many guns in my city 'cause it's war with me
Ain't raised no ho, ain't no forfeit
Blood on the money and my pores in it
I hang with the thug ****
Raised by the drug dealers
Never hang with no poor ****
Gangbang in the cut feeling (Graah)
Hoes came to the club with us
They just wet, they in love with us
She ain't gonna fuck with us like we Blood ****
Until we hopped out from the drug dealers
I heard my ho cheated on me with some thug ****
But they ain't got shit to do with me, man, that's up with us (I ain't worried 'bout that)
Rap pussy, trunk **** (I ain't worried 'bout you)
Grab a pussy by the trunk, ****
Heard the work up in the trunk with you
You givin' up the keys like a drunk dealer
Send them dreadheaded guilt ****
Kris Kross, make 'em jump ****
Made my own way and they hated on me
Want me to slip, I know they waitin' on me
Whole team made a mil', then they raided on me (Then they raided on me)
Just say a prayer for us, ayy
I was just born in this shit, I was just born in this shit
How many guns in my city 'cause it's war with me
Ain't raised no ho, ain't no forfeit
Blood on the money and my pores in it
Want me to slip, I know they waitin' on me
Say a prayer for us, ayy
How many guns in my city 'cause it's war with me
Written by: BandGang Lonnie Bands
