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bandgang lonnie bands - butch jones lyrics

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
what up, lil’ n+gga?
i mean old n+gga
i see you wake up, look in the mirror
you think you me
but you can’t be me, lil’ n+gga
hey, hey, hey

[verse 1]
greyhound state, tryna dodge the canine
i got four hundred pills in my waistline
i pray to god that this be a safe ride
’cause we got across three state lines
sixteen+hour bus ride, huh, straight to a town
why when we get to tennessee, the bus break down?
man, f+ck i gotta wait now?
i told the driver, “man, you f+ckin’ up my pape’ now”
talkin’ to myself like, “lonnie, calm down”
boy, you forgot that you fed bound
but you knew a n+gga touched down
right to my n+gga clay house
i just made a play on peachtree
n+gga wanted sixty pills, man, i gave him fifty+three
man, this n+gga was so f+ckin’ sweet
but if he call back, huh, then i’m eatin’ him
met a n+gga at the g, he from zone 3
he said, “where you from?”, i said, “from the d”
he told me straight up, he can’t do no business with me
he say you detroit n+ggas commit robberies
[chrous]
we the new ybi, think of butch jones
hop out, beat your ass with my d dong
two+tone samsung, this the money phone
young n+gga with an onion roll

[verse 2]
on the interstate tryna dodge the state troops
i+69 so hush straight to the red roofs
you can’t hit the road with me if you scared, fool
scared money don’t make no f+ckin’ revenue
hit the meijers lookin’ like i attend the nearest school
talkin’ to the clerk, his name regenald
ask a n+gga, huh, what’s your schedule?
is you tryna make a band or two?
huh, he like, “n+gga, what i gotta do?”
i told him just let me slide a card or two
and let my n+gga mase bands come through
he let us try fifty of ’em, man, i’m scared of you
hey, then we split the pros
i really wanna go home, he wanna swipe some more
huh, i told him, bro, we gotta send the hoes
man, we movin’ wrong, we ain’t gon’ last too long

[chrous]
we the new ybi, think of butch jones
hop out, beat your ass with my d dong
two+tone samsung, this the money phone
young n+gga with an onion roll
we the new ybi like butch jones
huh, hey, butch jones
[verse 3]
more time to your town
detroit n+gga flood your city with them pounds
hey, more time to your town
detroit n+gga hit a country town and tear it down
more time to your town
detroit n+gga, yeah, he got white and brown
hey

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