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bando kd - rules lyrics

[intro]
ayy, go (higher done slapped on the beat)
ayy, go
mblock, b+tch, ayy
yeah, ayy
that’s how you comin’, ayy
go, ayy, ayy (higher done slapped on the beat)

[chorus]
rule number one, you better pop out with your fire and keep your gun
rule number two, never let these b+tches ever play with you
rule number three, stand on everythin’ you said up in these streets
rule number four, never let no n+gga treat you like no ho
rule number fivе, never let no n+gga knock you off your grind
rulе number six, never let no n+gga ever see your bl!ck
rule number seven, always pray to god, never know who goin’ to heaven
rule number eight, always feed your family, make sure they ass straight

[verse]
we was out here slimin’ n+ggas, might just jump your gate, ayy
that lil’ b+tch, she bad, but she cannot be my bae, ayy
f+ck it off at gucci, but might pop up in some bape, ayy
lil’ bro, he a slider, he pop out with switch and drac’, ayy
he just started shootin’, shoots this b+tch like, “what you say?”
and my shorty ‘nem be d+gg+n’ sh+t, you know they ass don’t play
srt, this b+tch too fast, scat pack, ooh, just wanna race
in that trackhawk we got six heaters, pop out, we gon’ spray
[chorus]
rule number one, you better pop out with your fire and keep your gun
rule number two, never let these b+tches ever play with you
rule number three, stand on everythin’ you said up in these streets
rule number four, never let no n+gga treat you like no ho
rule number five, never let no n+gga knock you off your grind
rule number six, never let no n+gga ever see your bl!ck
rule number seven, always pray to god, never know who goin’ to heaven
rule number eight, always feed your family, make sure they ass straight

- bando kd lyrics

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