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bandgang lonnie bands - wow lyrics

[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands & shredgang mone]
hey, i f+cked around and turned kingpin like i’m rayful edmond
yeah, they call me kod, n+gga, i’m a f+ckin’ legend
huh, thirty pounds in one f+ckin’ week, i be bench pressin’
thirty rounds in glock 23, i ain’t f+ckin’ wrestlin’
oh, you hit the lil’ sh+ts? wow
yeah, it always be the brokest n+gga talkin’ too loud
caught a case and i beat that lil’ sh+t, f+ck trial
and the opps keep gettin’ hit, they need to throw in the towel
oh, you wanna be like bandman? you my child
lil’ n+gga, you my scam man, i showed you how
showed y’all boys ’bout that self+scan, dump bins
how you hit the f+ckin’ road, n+gga, and we ain’t bump heads? (shred, shred, shred)

[verse 2: shredgang mone & bandgang biggs]
i’m a big money bandgang shredgang assassin (shred)
known for breakin’ bad b+tches, thеn i pass ’em
made a dollar off the b+tchеs, ‘nother dollar off the package (uh+huh?)
and i keep takin’ hits, mike jackson (yeah)
in the kitchen, i be whippin’ with the left like a chef
i get sixty if they real, probably forty if they press
now i get it out a b+tch, used to get it off they neck (shred)
n+ggas know i’m gettin’ to it, but i still’ll make a mess
we’d drop a sixty on him, run him down and then we slide off (uh+huh?)
they f+ck with me because i live like a mob boss
it only take one call to get him knocked off (he gone)
and i’m still sellin’ these hams all this rock salt (ham)
play with unc’, if i was you, i wouldn’t do it
i’d hit him in his top and have him leakin’ out his fluids (fah+fah)
what you stacked up in a month, in a weekend, i done blew it (come on now)
yeah, we call this sh+t the family ’cause it’s deeper than some music (shred), n+gga
[verse 3: bandgang biggs & bandgang masoe]
gg in the tank, this gas, yeah, it stink a lot
banana clip hangin’ out the stick, i paint the block (grrat)
try to skrrt off, hit his carburetor, the cargo stop
see his b+tch and hit her off the drip, excusez moi
i’m ’bout to go and spend a quarter on a new watch (yeah)
i told the jeweler, “hold up, cool me down, i’m too hot”
i only put a dropout in the summer, the coupe shy
like the candles on a birthday cake, opps gettin’ blew out
i’m twenty+three, i’m in my jordan year, excess of jordan money
might go grab a hundred ‘bows, you can’t afford a couple (at all)
silencer on the chop, that’s why the shots comin’ out m+ffled
bullets hit him, make that n+gga do the cupid shuffle (money, yeah)

[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
gangster n+ggas, type to shoot your ass then stuff you
bandgang, we the money and the f+ckin’ muscle
brung ten out to spend, yeah, you boys in trouble
still in the bronx, strathmore and hubble
n+gga, we rich, i hate to bust your lil’+ass bubble
’til we get fl!cked, still gettin’ five if you don’t move a muscle
i know you sick i’m in revive like i can’t breathe or somethin’ (you get it?)
b+tch foreign long hair like she got weave or somethin’ (ah)
right idea, wrong n+ggas, we’d leave you, dummy
i be sick until that lean hit a n+gga tummy (uh+huh?)
cartel sh+t, we on the— wrappin’ like a mummy
whoop your ass and have you cryin’ to your f+ckin’ mummy (money)
[verse 5: bandgang jizzle p]
i can’t make it up, they never took from us (facts)
these vvss got me pushin’ up the buffs
good water, every n+gga with me iced up
don’t get popped in your sh+t tryna play tough
big money bandgang, yeah, we started a lot of sh+t (gang)
duffel bags, yeah, we move ’em in and out this b+tch (in and out)
ayy (ayy), you see the name on the chain (n+gga)
this the 61 ’cause i’ve been havin’ my weight
money to the ceiling, i just made a k!lling
got that cash app sauce, yeah, come and get it
off that cash app sh+t, i d+mn near made a ticket
but i had to fall back, the feds, they be trippin’
n+gga

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