Yeah yeah
(Con)
Uh
Yeah yeah
Me and my nigga
How we do?
Kickin’ you
Kickin’ flavor, kick the flows
I’m not talking bitches
I’m talking bros
People keep on talking to me
What they tryina say?
I get my money, and I count it every single way
But they don’t understand what I’m tryina say
I spit the lyrical miracle
Niggas keep on talking
Yes, I’m at my top and my spiritual
Keep on talking to me
Guess I’m trying understand why my bars coming like a miracle
Aye
But you don’t understand my feelings
You don’t understand the vibes
Touching you like, I’m just blessing all these young children on the streets
And people keep on talking to me
Vibes ain’t never weak
I keep on talking to the greats
Like I’m talking tops
But you don’t wanna’ talk to me
You too busy poppin’ rocks (Rocks lil’ nigga)
Yeah yeah
Roll a 1.5
Then I take it to the face
Smoke in my eyes
And it’s burning like some mace
Niggas said I can’t rap
Niggas said I can’t sing
Just like Trippie Redd said
“I gone let that mac sing”
It’s gone get to bussin’
See like Robitussin
Niggas hating on my style
“Man, what the fuck then?”
I’m bringing pressure like the motherfuckin’ dope man
Like the motherfuckin’ dope man
They coming for Bando
But I niggas in the field
I got murder on my mind
I’m a dollar you a dime
4, 5, To a 9
We packing these stands
Like it’s Pakistan
Blowing shit up like a Taliban
I know some killas in Birmingham
I’ma make rain like the weatherman
This ain’t no fantasy
I taught you niggas the strategy
Welcome to “Bando’s Academy”
I got the bars and you can not handle me
Aye Aye!
I got the bars and you can not handle me
Aye, Aye!
He got the bars you can not handle him
I gotta’ sweep the streets (Aye)
You wanna’ talk like me
You wanna’ ball like me, Yeah
You wanna’ rap like me
I gotta’ clean the streets
Niggas wanna’ talk and they beating me?
Niggas wanna’ talk and I gotta’ go
Shoot out the choppa’ and you seeing me, Aye
Niggas wanna’ go?
I gotta’ fly
Niggas wanna’ talk and I be with “that one”
I got my Brody, my Brody, my Brody
Yeah, He holding the gun
You wanna’ talk like me? (Whoa)
I do not feel your flow (Whoa)
Flyer than Fly
Flyer than sky
Niggas wanna’ talk and I gotta’ go
Go, Go
I gotta’ go, I gotta’
Go, Go, Go
I gotta’ go, I gotta’ go
Go, Go, Go
Yeah, Yeah
Uh
Yeah
We gone make the block hot
We gone make the block rock
We gone make the block pop
We gone make the block hot
We gone make the block rock
We gone make the block pop
Always on go
Never stopping
Niggas talking shit
They be snitching to the popo’
Yeah, we got the tools
I ain’t talking about no pole-pole
(No, no! we ain’t talking about no popo’)
(Stop it nigga, No, we don’t do that)
(No 69 shit, nigga stop it)
On Go!
(Con)
Uh
Yeah yeah
Me and my nigga
How we do?
Kickin’ you
Kickin’ flavor, kick the flows
I’m not talking bitches
I’m talking bros
People keep on talking to me
What they tryina say?
I get my money, and I count it every single way
But they don’t understand what I’m tryina say
I spit the lyrical miracle
Niggas keep on talking
Yes, I’m at my top and my spiritual
Keep on talking to me
Guess I’m trying understand why my bars coming like a miracle
Aye
But you don’t understand my feelings
You don’t understand the vibes
Touching you like, I’m just blessing all these young children on the streets
And people keep on talking to me
Vibes ain’t never weak
I keep on talking to the greats
Like I’m talking tops
But you don’t wanna’ talk to me
You too busy poppin’ rocks (Rocks lil’ nigga)
Yeah yeah
Roll a 1.5
Then I take it to the face
Smoke in my eyes
And it’s burning like some mace
Niggas said I can’t rap
Niggas said I can’t sing
Just like Trippie Redd said
“I gone let that mac sing”
It’s gone get to bussin’
See like Robitussin
Niggas hating on my style
“Man, what the fuck then?”
I’m bringing pressure like the motherfuckin’ dope man
Like the motherfuckin’ dope man
They coming for Bando
But I niggas in the field
I got murder on my mind
I’m a dollar you a dime
4, 5, To a 9
We packing these stands
Like it’s Pakistan
Blowing shit up like a Taliban
I know some killas in Birmingham
I’ma make rain like the weatherman
This ain’t no fantasy
I taught you niggas the strategy
Welcome to “Bando’s Academy”
I got the bars and you can not handle me
Aye Aye!
I got the bars and you can not handle me
Aye, Aye!
He got the bars you can not handle him
I gotta’ sweep the streets (Aye)
You wanna’ talk like me
You wanna’ ball like me, Yeah
You wanna’ rap like me
I gotta’ clean the streets
Niggas wanna’ talk and they beating me?
Niggas wanna’ talk and I gotta’ go
Shoot out the choppa’ and you seeing me, Aye
Niggas wanna’ go?
I gotta’ fly
Niggas wanna’ talk and I be with “that one”
I got my Brody, my Brody, my Brody
Yeah, He holding the gun
You wanna’ talk like me? (Whoa)
I do not feel your flow (Whoa)
Flyer than Fly
Flyer than sky
Niggas wanna’ talk and I gotta’ go
Go, Go
I gotta’ go, I gotta’
Go, Go, Go
I gotta’ go, I gotta’ go
Go, Go, Go
Yeah, Yeah
Uh
Yeah
We gone make the block hot
We gone make the block rock
We gone make the block pop
We gone make the block hot
We gone make the block rock
We gone make the block pop
Always on go
Never stopping
Niggas talking shit
They be snitching to the popo’
Yeah, we got the tools
I ain’t talking about no pole-pole
(No, no! we ain’t talking about no popo’)
(Stop it nigga, No, we don’t do that)
(No 69 shit, nigga stop it)
On Go!
( T1HUNNXD )
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