Im in (P-pr-pr-Pro Mode Hoe), Stamp dat (Lo-lo-lo-logo Bro),Mmmm-hmmmm (Ba-ba-ba-ba-BANDO 7) 'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter Ain't no runner All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God) We'll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?) We'll mop shit like your mama We'll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah) The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh) These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do) Ain't no more love inside (Nope) These cock suckers want me to die, but I won't die, boy, I'ma up that fire, boy Naw, for real U KNO THE DRILL , for real, when you in that field, better keep that steel These bitches be envious,these fuck boys ain't real These bitches be playin' both sides for real Free Fact, I just popped me a pill I'm ridin' like wheels, I'm dyin' to live You got a chopper, I got a chopper 'Bout these dollars, I'm dyin' right here Naw, for real Stop that flexin', what's your reason? I just might go, new plug from Mexico (Shhh Nobody knows) Bando right behind the Texaco,where i meet wit my amigo, I was trying to feed me burritos I'm like nah I just wanna get this cheese like Cheetos. And Stay free bro Do this shit here for my children, play with me N u gon see a menace, mind ya business. (Ba-ba-Ba-ba-bando! B-b-Be the logo lemme drop this Promo!) Yeah yeah Flexin Flexin 'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter Ain't no runner All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God) We'll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?) We'll mop shit like your mama We'll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah) The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh) These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do) Ain't no more love inside (Nope) They want me to die, but I can't die, boy, Ima up that fire! fo'real I still wan' do a lot of shit Got 4 sons now, I'm so proud of this Hope you proud of this, my bitch in Prada, bitch already know who im is.And do. (Ba-ba-ba-bando!M-mu-m-muthaFucka!) I can't move wrong, keep that tool on my hip Up that bitch and blow, I show ya how it feel Everything was just alright, fo'Real Free all the opps, don't take it personal You wasn't in these streets, I never heard of you I ride with killers, you know they'll murder you I tell 'em go, and they come where you are 9 times outta 10, ain't puttin' no 1 in my mix. Im solid, dats just how I rock Call me ho, fuck a chauffeur im comin ova now. count all this gon take at least an hour (its ridiculous) You dont bleed how I bleed, boy, I bleed the block You don't see what I see, I see the top Im tryna stop, Im tryna stop I try to duck all the fuck shit and the cops I tried to stay low, and stack all the guap I tried to stay in my lane, and keep me 'sane But they worryin' 'bout me nonstop Don't worry 'bout the car I drove Don't worry 'bout the car I drive Don't worry 'bout the bitch I fucked Don't worry 'bout the bitch, she mine Don't worry 'bout the block I bent When a muthafucka got hit and he almost died Don't worry 'bout the shit I do I stay in my lane, lil' bitch, I'm vile Creator mode, lil' bitch, I'ma vibe I'm flashin' past them, nobody can ride I mind my business, I do what I do And I stack up these hundreds, take care of the guys I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime I'm going over and beyond about mine Last bitch play with me got fryed No lie, I mean he tried 'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter Ain't no runner All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God) We'll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?) We'll mop shit like your mama We'll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah) The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh) These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do) Ain't no more love inside (Nope) These bitches want me dead, but I can't die(WHY) Ima up dis Fire! Naw, for real...Hold up! gimme a sec, lemme catch my breath...Okay... watch this little bitch dis dat (Ba-ba-ba-bandoflow switch) Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceiling Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it Yah-yah.Bando7 Ba-ba-bando) I admit it, I'm the one that did it (Yeah, yeah) Feel likе I've been walkin' down for a minutе But now I ride with switches But I can't be talkin' 'bout that type shit, that type shit right there send ya penitentiary They hate 'cause I'm from Florida, we be talkin differently , if u dont understand it, it wasn't meant to be for you I'm bleedin' Actin' like you throw, Whatchu been drinkin', Give me a reason Glocks with us F&N Pop at us, we droppin' dem flexin like he bang, guess he think he gang,but let him come around, we robbin' him I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partner 'dem We done did a whole lotta shit, I'm not proud of all of it. Even tho I been playa, Im talkin' 'bout been playa need to lie bitch ain't do me no favor O well I kno Im in hell Everywhere they say 7 couldnt go bro(haha!)
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