bandgang lonnie bands – el chapo lyrics
el chapo lyrics
[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
(i hear you, jay c)
woo
n+gga talk that sh+t ’cause i live that sh+t, n+gga
your mans talk sh+t, then your mans get hit, n+gga
(mia jay c)
free 9k, n+gga
free stonewall, n+gga
huh, ayy, hey
hold on, n+gga
[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
if i send a blitz, that’s the old+school ravens
fifty+two shots, ray lewis when he came in
huh, when i throw this bullet, i’m the old peyton
huh, hold on, watch that boy chest cave in
huh, glock 18, it’s a fully, it hate waitin’
huh, mac 90 with a hundred, it keep shakin’
huh, three n+ggas, three dread+heads, look like jamaicans
huh, shh, finna leave them bloodclaats stankin’
[verse 2: joyrd dame & bandgang lonnie bands]
f+cked her off the percs, ooh, this b+tch think i’m satan (hey)
hit him with them hollows, leave a n+gga harlem shakin’ (hey)
popped him in his sh+t, he had the stick in his hand (hey)
y’all be coppin’ pleas, we be poppin’ y’all mans (facts)
b+tch, you ain’t on tip, so i’m f+ckin’ your friends (hey)
drum on the chop like i play in a band (hey, hey)
caught him in the mall so he catchin’ these hands (huh?)
sober when i k!ll, i ain’t poppin’ no xans
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, dame, why they wanna play with us ’cause we lightskinned?
huh, like this clip don’t look like a mic stand
huh, boy, we with all the shootin’, huh, and all the fightin’
like we won’t put the gun down and turn tyson
see, me, huh, i’m the knife, man, huh
you swing, i’ma hit you in your bicep
huh, walk up in your show, hit you and your hype man
my mans walk up on you slow, put one in your forehead
all you heard was, “ugh,” like we snowman
your boy one and done, you see his eyes rollin’?
[verse 4: the godfather]
you catch us in the club, you gon’ see that glock pokin’
i’m rollin’ with the hitman and all he know is blow sh+t
my brother get them ‘bows in and all he know is sell ’em
put them b+tches on the delta, h+ll no, we ain’t gon’ mail ’em
b+tch, we pourin’ out the brick, we ain’t even gotta measure
heard your mans got hit, tell ’em bring out them stretchers
[verse 5: joyrd dame & bandgang lonnie bands]
knocked your mans out, now that n+gga need some dentures (facts)
shoot him with the left hand like i’m derek fisher (facts)
n+ggas tryna beef ’cause i f+cked they big sister (hey)
put him on a sh+t bag and f+cked up his system
[verse 6: bandgang lonnie bands]
ain’t scared to play defense, huh, kawhi leonard, huh
get you hit in la by my piru bl!ck or somethin’
get your ass set up by some fine+ass strippers, huh
have boom, dame, huh, come and strip ’em
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