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bandgang javar - bgsg lyrics

[intro]
rich
turn up, rich

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
my n+ggas had a hard time convincin’ me to rap
i already made what the label offered out the trap
i sell bags, know the fans started hearin’ y’all cap
they’d rather play my old sh+t than listen to an old rat
never go against the family
me and smiles’ll still bring them bands out like a rally
my everyday cars the ones you’re in in miami
you be six deep in your mama old+ass camry
your b+tch under every picture like an instagram bot
you know how rats be around cheese, don’t act shocked
that tough sh+t ain’t gon’ get you nowhere, don’t get popped
your mans yеllin’, “please help” ‘causе the bleeding won’t stop
got n+ggas scared to say my name, i’m lord voldemort
they know boom gon’ post up at they crib if they come to court
these the same guns the russians usin’ in the war
we like ups, we pull up, leave sh+t on the porch

[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
west al+qaeda, blew his noggin out the car door
flat that boy tire, firestone can’t put air in ’em more
the disses get tired, your lil’ eyes tension war
to tell the truth, in high school, you was me for hollering on the floor
took one to the hat, bounced back, they ain’t like that
blew one hundred racks, two hundred racks to turn the pop black
flew a hundred packs like f+ck rap, i’ll be right back
miami stay on fully, sn+tch you right up out that shiesty mask
we known for spankin’ bullies for the fullies ever got attached
they can free big bully, now they need to free stone deek and cab
yeah, i hit your b+tch and upped her stock like it’s forex
[verse 3: the godfather]
it’s the bandgang, we’ve been k!llin’ way before rap
could miss me with that tough sh+t, ’cause, n+gga, i ignore that
big shred told me get him, we gon’ pop up at your doormat
got two glocks apiece, hittin’ blocks, it’s just me and pat
i just use my b+tch card like a giffy
she ain’t petty, ’cause i do the same thing, she ain’t stingy
i remember made a hundred thousand cash off a fifty
then i showed my mama two hundred in blues, all nipseys, this sh+t get risky
i can’t wait until the day i go and cop a richey
high as h+ll, leanin’ off a twelve, finna smack a bentley
always got one in the head, ain’t gotta rack the glizzy
baby mamas always in they feelings, why you actin’ p+ssy?
just me and rose, tryna hit a store, clean out a ten+piece
thought we was comin’ back tomorrow, we’ve been out for ten weeks
i know an old head, pull up and smoke you on a ten+speed
told him, “i feel you, unc’, but i’m the type to [?]”

[verse 4: bandgang biggs]
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no rap sh+t, i got racks, b+tch
i got racks fallin’ out my pockets all in saks fifth
brung a zip of this exotic weed, you can’t match this
nike tech off the white lows, ain’t gotta act rich
i just made ten off the stocks, hallelujah
you ain’t hip to lil’ sh+t, that’s why i gotta school you
i can’t give you free cheese, but i can be your tutor
chain froze, that’s why i had to pull it out the cooler
you can’t afford to get inside the club, n+ggas p+ssy
but all your posts talkin’ ’bout you the freshest in the city
rappin’ like you did it and you didn’t, n+ggas silly
when i get started, they be screamin’ out, “somebody get him”
[outro: bandgang biggs]
big money bandgang
get your broke ass down

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