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#ofb bandokay x double lz - gms in the cut lyrics

[chorus: bandokay]
h+lla gms in the cut
bro stepped and said “what’s up”?
we just got a brand new dots, it’s bruck
this thing gon beat like [?] (yeah!)
this gyally here can suck, pull up your pants, we ain’t even gonna f+ck
simple! even the opp thots on the farm block tug x2

[verse 1: double lz]
what you know bout screaming out “wet him!”
what you know bout the back door [bossin?], them man running i’m screaming out “get him!”
and i can tell you bout big men, when, turner was hopping them fences
i guess he just want that shisha, oh well d+mn just call us preventers
bruv really check never leave your bredrin, big boy 2s we don’t f+ck with no blanks
and if you get spotted on a glide, pull up your pants and do up the dash
buckin to us, let’s see who’s bad (let’s see)
couldn’t give a f+ck if you’re mutual, chilling with them then you’ll see my shank
drillas in the cut got violent friends, they do leggy and leave their axe
rammy on me no point in the lies, i’ve hopped out on guys, we’re in love with the glides
pull up, 9, we bore up spines
face get 4 and your chest get twice, headlight soft, no chase in the ride
couldn’t get him so we done up his guy, sh+t d+mn sad now him mommy gon cry
grip on your shank cuz i’m rolling with mine (bad b+tch on the farm block)
4 door [?] where it started, stainless steel, inject where your heart is
how many man been one of our targets? he got splashed and he got drenched
and all now it ain’t said where the farm is, grip on that and empty the cartridge
pack so smelly like bro just farted

[verse 2: bandokay]
from the nizzy estate, we slap them hammers
back then it was red bandanas, now it’s t+shirts that we get off hangers
my young boy ain’t got no manners, told him move low off them cameras
none of my opps on badness, if you back into teegz and duggz, real talks, tell me, would you panic?
i told+ i told lz cool down, cah he loves splash and brag it
bro wanna stretch his food when he’s whipping, so he’s gotta add in that magic
how you riding in addison lee’s, in your heart you thought you were savage
the outcome was the mad ting, 100% again you won’t cab it
bad b want nothing but pack, but you man rolling she’s active
gelato my fat spliff, man go lean out the ride and clap dis
in the back of the cab with a bad b+tch, in the back she holds my ramsdens
in the back of the cab with a bad b+tch, in the back she holds my ramsdens

- ofb bandokay x double lz lyrics

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