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Back to the Bando

Trapping out the houses, boards

on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we

came from

Trapping out the houses, where we

at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap

trap

Trapping out the houses, boards

on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we

came from

Trapping out the houses, that's

where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap

trap

Trapping out the houses, with

boards on the windows

A lot of y'all claim bandos but I

know y'all pretenders

You know we the beginners,

originate inventors

If you knocking at my bando more

than twice you cannot enter

Fishscale rocking

Cooking in Versace

Niggas baller blocking

Feds still watching

Molly sent in, percocet, xans

Break a whole pound down, cap off

extra grams

Trap season contact season,

Uncle Sam

Bricks all white like the hair off of

Sisqo

Pots real greasy like I wiped it

down Crisco

Pulled up on a young nigga ask him

what he lick for

50 packs in the hood because I

made it rappin'

Gave a cutie to my niggas down

the road I made it happen

Gave straps to my niggas that I

knew was bout that action

Birds sangin', Toni Braxton, in my

trunk, I'm swerving traffic

Trapping out the houses, boards

on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we

came from

Trapping out the houses, where we

at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap

trap

Trapping out the houses, boards

on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we

came from

Trapping out the houses, that's

where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap

trap

Trapping out the houses, got more

cheese than mouses

Kicking in your door, I'm looking

for the fucking ounces

Wave around that chopper I'm

intimidate spouses

Flipping over sofas, found a 100 in

the couches

20 bales of soft, I let that alarm go

off

Jerz know he slurred trippin to let

one off

What the fuck nigga, you trippin',

you want the police to run up in the

house?

He said he won't give the key up to

the safe, I'm bout to put this strap

in his mouth

Back to the bando, we go

Back to the backseat they loving

the flow

QC they call us Deathrow

We ain't straight outta Compton,

we straight out the Nawf

I'm in da city like Dro

Roll a backwood, no drough, lotta

cookie dough (girl scout)

Broke niggas tickle me, Elmo

Bando part 2 on the radio

You niggas are Captain-Save-A-

Hoe

I'm a bit better than a playa hoe

You niggas go to them local shows

My bank account is on overload

Y'all niggas ain't put your wrist in

the pot

Get you a knot, they go come to yo

a spot

Trap out the bando, cause niggas

they watch

Hit you artillery, niggas gon' plot

Trapping out the houses, boards

on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we

came from

Trapping out the houses, where we

at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap

trap

Trapping out the houses, boards

on the windows

Trapping out the houses, where we

came from

Trapping out the houses, that's

where we at

Trapping out the houses, trap trap

trap

Burnt

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