Bando ft. Bray Barz Lyrics

I'm boolin' with my dealers

And you know the work keep comin', Yeah

We coolin' in the bando

I'm coolin' with my hitters

And you know they go gorillas

No one fuck with us, Oh hell no

We sippin' all this liqour

Rollin' weed up in the Swisher, Yeah

We sparkin' in the bando

And all these niggas rappin'

I don't wanna hear that bullshit

I'm just thinkin' 'bout the bands bro

In the bando

Ride around town wit' my mans Dope

Drop that pack off for the bankroll

When I pull right back wit' my bands though

I got the gang wit' me now

You can not hang wit' me now

Up in the trap i'mma slang me a ounce

Slang me a pound

BRR-BRR-BRR, Yeah

Ain't no tellin'

Whole lot a gang shit

Ain't no wellin'

Prolly be a felon

Nevermind that, cuz' we out here sellin'

We out here sellin'

I remember when my crib got fuckin' raided nigga

Beat the case, then trapped again

Cuz trappin' saved me nigga

Blue faced hunnit dolla' bills

My BAE popped a lot a pills

Xannies for your mommy, and the mollies for your daddy

Bitch I'm prolly in the bando, and I ain't even hit the town yet

Bitch we been the plug, call us outlets

I'm out man

I'm boolin' with my dealers

And you know the work keep comin', Yeah

We coolin' in the bando

I'm coolin with my hitters

And you know they go gorillas

No one fuck with us, Oh hell no

We sippin' all this liqour

Rollin' weed up in the Swisher, Yeah

We sparkin' in the bando

And all these niggas rappin'

I don't wanna hear that bullshit

I'm just thinkin' 'bout the bands bro

'Bout 'Bout the bands tho

I be in the bando

My niggas trap that real woe

Shout-out to my day ones

Drinkin' somethin' real slow

My niggas gorrillas so

They callin' us some animals

My niggas can crack your skull

My niggas some crazy dudes

I'm the one tryna make it big

A lot of niggas talk a lot of shit

Fuck it dog don't listen then

Trap your shit and make some dividend

Fuck it dog it's either win or win

Fuck it dog you gotta cop that benz

After that you gotta cop some lead

It's grind time stack your presidents

Smokin good for my nutrients

Pourin up, move the shit

No rush, started with the half turn it to a pound

Slang the shit, it gets passed around

Too many jays, I'm up in the clouds

Whip in my lane, you not allowed

You not allowed, I'm gone

I'm boolin' with my dealers

And you know the work keep comin', Yeah

We coolin' in the bando

I'm coolin with my hitters

And you know they go gorillas

No one fuck with us, Oh hell no

We sippin' all this liqour

Rollin' weed up in the Swisher, Yeah

We sparkin' in the bando

And all these niggas rappin'

I don't wanna hear that bullshit

I'm just thinkin' 'bout the bands bro