Bando shit

Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm touring

Baby bottle, but them babies not for me

I'm out the cut, 'cause that shit, it got boring

I look at my brother, he told me he for me

Balenciaga really startin' to annoy me

Pullin' up, and you know we is four deep

OG Plug, I think he like 40

I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance

These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France

I'm thinkin' too much, so I took me a Xan'

I'm thinkin' too much, so I think I'm the man

I do what I want, and he do what he can

White boy put me on carnival land

I'm in my head tryna think of a plan

I'm thinkin' too much so I couldn't understand

I'm in LA hittin' licks with my friends

Count up too much, I can't run out of bands

Money on me when I get out of bed

You could run up on my racks, and you dead

I know some killers, put that rack on yo' head

Can't even run off with that sack, 'cause you scared

I put .33 to 'em, hmm

Burn 'em, you see through 'em

Damn, the drugs, I'ma speak to 'em

With yo' ho and she gon' be a freak to 'em

I ain't buy me a chop', I don't need one

****'s pussy, I think he might need one

If I look at the money, I speedrun

**** saving the pack, 'cause he need some

Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm touring

Baby bottle, but them babies not for me

I'm out the cut, 'cause that shit, it got boring

I look at my brother, he told me he for me

Balenciaga really startin' to annoy me

Pullin' up, and you know we is four deep

OG Plug, I think he like 40

I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance

These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France

I'm thinkin' too much, so I took me a Xan'

I'm thinkin' too much, so I think I'm the man

I do what I want, and he do what he can

White boy put me on carnival land

I'm in my head tryna think of a plan

Mmh, I'm countin' again

I'm turnin' five, ****, to a ten

Fake love, ain't got time to pretend

I did it before, I see through like a lens

If he not dead, then I shoot him again

Wockhardt, I ain't sippin no Gin

Thought it was me, but it's really my twin

You **** cap hard, like the 'Gram

You don't know me, but she know who I am

You not on no real shit, you a spam

**** will act hard for the cam

**** that act hard for them bands

I run it up, spend that shit with my mans

Don't give a fuck, I pull out and I spray 'em

Stick 'em up, tell 'em show me yo' hands

Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm touring

Baby bottle, but them babies not for me

I'm out the cut, 'cause that shit, it got boring

I look at my brother, he told me he for me

Balenciaga really startin' to annoy me

Pullin' up, and you know we is four deep

OG Plug, I think he like 40

I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance

These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France

I'm thinkin' too much, so I took me a Xan'

I'm thinkin' too much, so I think I'm the man

I do what I want, and he do what he can

White boy put me on carnival land

I'm in my head tryna think of a plan

Bando shit, bitch

Yung Brando, bitch