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otn - wando flow lyrics

(verse 1)
lil’ dude got hit then wan budd in the gang
my squad some dogs they all broad, toughen up in this game
smokin wando boy you crazy, misewell go dig ya grave
cuz when we come, we all come all in one, call us blaze
got a ’rug for any n-gga think he wanna throw shade
i’m the juugger p-ssy n-gga, overpower the gang
just like a server p-ssy n-gga, dishin packs out for days
i’m steady lurkin’ p-ssy n-gga, big pimp with this cane
i’m in traffic everyday, ain’t catch a goofy in months
try to lie to the ‘book, you ain’t hard you just front
smokin’ strong everyday wit y’all mans in this dutch
out the zip, i roll your mans until the ash go to dust
left him stinkin’ on the bandy, everybody so sad
where was y’all n-ggas when it counted, i’ll humble ya -ss
come and boot lil’ n-gga, why you sittin’ there mad?
we don’t recruit lil’ n-ggas, wando gang ’till the end
i call my rounds, you take a breath, they at your spot with them sticks
wop slide, he at your door masked up with a vest
walkin’ bag, look ’round, thinkin mula a l1ck
last n-gga got his issue, on my kids he was blessed
i ain’t never been no fake, all my n-ggas could vouch
lemme tell you, lil’ chino always been a d-mn slouch
that ain’t your pole, give it up, why you lyin’ out ya mouth?
caught his -ss lacked out, now he won’t leave the house
me and the bro pulled up, he took off like flash
rolled up and he was trackin, first place he gon’ win
takin’ charges, you a sm-t, now you claim you gon spin
don’t let him hype you, last 2 got hit for that sh-t
went from creepgang to the creepbros, when y’all gon make it up?
half them n-ggas run they lips, but ima keep it on hush
got hit, now that n-gga walkin’ ’round with a crutch
red beam, try to run, tear your whole body up
(2 times crutchin n-gga, f-ck the ops)

(verse 2)
black mask, extended mags when im bootin up
you n-ggas know we bustin rulers and you tried your luck
spinnin with them glyzzi’s tryna end him, hoppin out the trucks
spinnin with them glyzzi’s tryna end him, better hope he duck
hold up n-gga, lemme talk my sh-t
don’t make me pull up on your block and have to drop my tent
these p-ssy n-ggas all bark, but i’m the one that bit
slide through, its all fire, we done sparked some sh-t
lil’ dude was shakin like a dancer, he ain’t in the field
2 ninos, boy and girl, i call them jack and jill
comin with bandanas and bananas cuz we is for real
spinnin on them cameras then im slammin, i ain’t got no chill
its funny how a n-gga think he bout it, never bucked a shot
pull up in a f-ckin mini-van, he runnin out his socks
boy its really crazy how we slidin, and y’all really not
smokin on ya mans, i can’t stand, got me dozin off
really got them bands in my pants, .40 in my drawls
but you can catch these hands like ya mans if we in the mall
treat him like his mans, a receiver, how he catch em all
put this on my baby i won’t graze him, he gon catch a shot
the streets they raised me, yea that block was like my 2nd mom
y’all n-ggas can’t get with me, f-ck the ops cuz b-tch im wando strong
when you try to get me, spin the block, but b-tch im always on
im spinnin till he drop, soon as he drop then i go crack a palm

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