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bando bangs - stick shit lyrics

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[verse 1}
pulled up, in the lamb wit the sticks (yah, yah)
gang wit me so you know we tote clips (what, what)
fu n-gga tryna’ run up his l!cks. ran off, whole lot of his sh-t
bans out here, straight selling them xans. smoking pounds, so you know i live rich

[verse 2]
mad know that i stole all yo sh-t (you mad? you mad?)
man down, still stole off his bricks (skirt, skirt)
stick sh-t, so you know i hit l!cks. nine on me, shootin nine hollow tips
pole on me, aim it right at yo lip. lazer beam so you know it’s gone hit

[verse 3]
bad bih thats straight sucking my d-ck (sloppy, sloppy)
skippin’ school, tryna run up some bread (what, what)
gang wit me, so a f-ck n-gga dead. 16 now, straight dodging the feds
f-ck n-gga, he ain’t reppin’ that red (what, what)

[verse 4}
f-ck n-ggas on that f-ck n-gga team. pulling up, at the corner of reams
shooting now, like “excellent” green. shooting greens, like steve nash in my genes

[chorus]
the choppaaaaa

[verse 5}
sippin’ on lean, that’s forever my thing. blue’s clues, like i’m losing my jeans
robin jeans, like i’m robbing yo team
stealing off on that f-ck n-gga lean, left the scene, alexander mcqueen
pouring fo’s, got the purp and the lean. living life, always reppin’ my team
gang gang, that’s forever my thing

[outro]
lauf bros, laugh

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