[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, hey
Ron-Ron, do that shit
[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you niggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these niggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this bitch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'ma cut a bitch off, she don't make ten a week
You can't make ten thousand? Bitch, that pussy weak
Heard they payin' forty for a blue in Tennessee
Huh, I'ma grab a fiend and see if that bitch feelin' me
Hey, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia
Ooh, hey, nigga, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia
Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines, huh
Sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines
Man, it sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you niggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these niggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this bitch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
[Fenix Flexin]
We gon' take them pills out the presser (Out the presser)
I just put some pistols in my dresser (In my dresser)
I'ma give her molly, she my tester (She my tester)
I'ma break her heart, I like to test her (I like to test her)
We the ones applying all the pressure (All the pressure)
Yeah, I'm walkin' 'round with my compressor (Got that stick)
I swear I kill a nigga if I'm pressured (If I'm pressured)
I just want some money, not no pleasure (Not no pussy, bitch)
Damn, lil' shawty cold in any weather (Any weather)
She runnin' up a bag, I'm finna fuck her off a Tesla (Run it up)
I just put it on the scale, we finna measure
Get it out the pot, you know I scrape out all the extras
[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you niggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these niggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this bitch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
[Ohgeesy]
Dope on the counter, get me by the hour
Wash my dick in the sink, baby, I ain't get to shower
I'm janky, take a nigga life for the power
I'm sellin' mid packs, hundred packs of the sour
Shred a nigga, dead a nigga
How you turn your back? I went and fed you niggas
You a fed, wish I never met you, nigga
And you dead if I ever catch up with you
I'm with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami
BandGang countin' bands, man, motherfuck the johnnies
I'm with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami
BandGang countin' bands, man, motherfuck the johnnies
[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you niggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these niggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this bitch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
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