Bando

Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited, get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches, lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money you know nigga I’m with it, took some L’s man you don’t know the
feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping, gotta check a bag I’m on a mission
Going crazy man I’m stuck in the kitchen, gotta get the bread my palms are
itching
Hou on the stove whipping the chicken, this life we live got these young niggas
tripping
Like why is you niggas be hating, cause a young nigga getting this money
This lil cheque laid off ‘till Monday and we still trap hard on a Sunday
LO bro demon, all he know is that gunplay and I’m cooling where it ain’t safe
Running in the crib and I’m running for the safe, need a big crib for all my
crodies
And some phone calls for all my hitters, some of my bro’s in they cells they
sitting
Late nights gotta get it, lil nigga I’m on a mission
Man I’m tryna stack a million and these bitches all in they feelings,
but I ain’t tryna feel shit
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited, get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches, lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money you know nigga I’m with it, took some L’s man you don’t know the
feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping, gotta check a bag I’m on a mission
Get to the bag on a mission, they moving bait for the fishing
OG steady whipping in the kitchen, giving me no time to listen
Tornado up in the pot, ain’t gonna stop ‘till it lock
Remember them days had to rob, playing the trap was my job
He say he play in the trench but he be really asking for heads what a flob
Put in the footwork a lot, I answer my phone a lot
Don’t talk loose on the lines it’s hot, reminder got the fish scale
No complaints on this scale, free my bro’s can’t get bailed
Get that shit off the boat sale, you know I got them zones for sale
You took a whole month you failed, can’t make the undies trail me
Came up off the bando safely, OG’s to younging’s rate me
Living nascar crazy, crazy block that raised me
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited, get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches, lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money you know nigga I’m with it, took some L’s man you don’t know the
feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping, gotta check a bag I’m on a mission