It's (Ba-ba-Bando BANDO7) cheap shit don't last cheap friends fold first, take my word, sheep ass tired of livin' like I don't, hatin' on zero bout to be a hero, fuck you, you know what for though AR-15, AR-PR, big dog, small dog alligator mouth, hummingbird ass, getcha' knocked off issues? don't care, I'ma get with you hold up on your mama, tissue for that bitch too keep talkin' sweet, I'll make your whole block sour catch a case of silence, now you can't talk louder pressure cookin' quick, don't test the fire in me last words on your lips? "damn, he really meant the beef" everybody claim they real 'til the lead decide all that fake love vanish when the money get denied I been cuttin' through the noise like a blade through skin you was talkin' out your neck, now the neck can't spin I don't wipe my nose with you, you do what it ain't play me? nah, I'm takin' that ass to the bank withdrawal everything you owe, then river trip shoot you in the head, throw your ass in that bitch any moment you can die, unless me why you try wanna die? wanna fly? find out fo'sho,homicide niggaahz die,momma tried I ain't going to lie same shit different day, you the type to fade away I don't pray for better, I just load another round to play circle small, trust none, watch who smile when pockets hurt I been in the dirt, now I put you in the earth first some of y'all was laughin', now you beggin' for a verse I don't do no features, I just end careers and curse They abandoned me, used to be Brandon V now it's Bando, one thing, two things, soul need healin' emotions tired, rather feel nothin' at all still 10 toes down, don't make me angry, dawg make you hate me, way too late to escape me tellin' you for safety, don't wanna be found old man fishin', stuck in the ground don't play, ain't no clown, no games, night cleanin' now still the same threat with a brand new flow if you didn't get the message, this the final episode don't act surprised when the curtain drop quick you was frontin' for the 'Gram, now the camera don't click They call me Bando I'm here and then I disappear but I ain’t Casper, ask me how I ghost a chapter I load the clip and let the semi talk back faster You flexin’ paper, that’s monopoly money, I pull real cash, that’s Monopoly funny Ask you how you stack it, you say “I’m rich,” “You lyin’ through that same chipped tooth, bitch” They say I’m cold, I say “Fahrenheit zero,” ask you if you steppin’—“I don’t need a hero” You drop a diss track, I press play once, answer back with a bar so sharp it cut your response They ask who’s next, I say “You still here?” Answer back with a head-shot stare that make the room clear You claim you a shooter, I say “Prove it,” “Your last clip empty, now watch me school it” They ask if I’m scared, I laugh in the mirror, answer back with the same cold glare that got clearer You tweet tough lines, I slide in the DM, answer back with a dot on your forehead, amen They ask why the beef, I say “Ask the beef,” answer back with a fork in the street, capisce You brag ’bout your crew, I count one hand, answer back with a clip that don’t need a band They ask if it’s over, I say “One more,” answer back with a silence that settles the score You say you got heart, I say “Show it,” answer back with a chest shot that don’t miss, you know it They ask how I move, I say “In the cut,” answer back with a blade that reopen the rut You claim you a king, I say “Pawn check,” answer back with a rook move that break your neck They ask if I’m done, I say “One last,” answer back with a round that erase the past You say it’s a game, I say “Final stage,” answer back with the controller that snap your cage They ask who’s left, I say “Just you,” answer back with the echo that run straight through You claim you a vet, I say “Boot camp,” answer back with the discharge that blow your lamp They ask if I’m real, I say “Pinch me,” answer back with the bruise that last a century You say it’s beef, I say “Filet,” answer back with the steak knife that end the play They ask who’s winning, I say “Next bar,” answer back with the period that close the scar You claim you a giant, I say “Fee-fi,” answer back with the beanstalk that make you die They ask if I’m finished, I say “Almost,” answer back with the last line that turn to ghost You say it’s a wrap, I say “Bow-tie,” answer back with the knot that never untie They ask how I do it, I say “Bando way,” answer back with the echo that haunts the day-ayy,ay-ayy stop playin' nice whole industry can choke on a bahy dick you sick twisted bitches me me so angry about to get vicious I been holdin' back, now the leash done snapped everybody runnin' scared, like they knew this was the last ain't no backtrack, ain't no second take I said what I said, now your whole shit break Bando in the cut with a bone to pick and the only thing left is the smoke I lit you ain't ready, better get the fuck back up gotta alligator mouth wita hummingbird's ass your mouth talking shit that that ass can't cash
