Bando (feat. HoodyBaby & Lil Wayne)

(Yeah, uh-huh)

(Yeah-eh)

I've been trappin out the bando

Chillin' with my grandma

Grew up down in Florida

Raised me in the NO

Said they raised me in the NO, yeah

Shout out to my day-ones

And the place I came from

Living in the hills now

Used to be a trailer

Me and all my homies

We done came a long way

Copper catchin' cases just for tryna steal bologna

Baby E, the prodigy

AKA the greatest

Fuck 'em if he hate

I'm the peoples' favorite

Had to take the negative

Turn into a positive

Now I'm doing everything they probably never thought I could, yeah

Nothing's ever easy (no)

Was on the outside looking in with a squeegee (oh)

Then I got the game from Juvie, Turk and BG (woah)

I went from wearing C-Z's to yelling: Bling-bling!

Lord, I remember when the birds was just Tweety

Hoes was wearing BEBE, not BC-BG

Lord, I remember when these hoes wasn't so freaky

Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky

But now they tweakin' for a nigga, I'm a rockstar

I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs

She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off

Then to the left, to the left, like a southpaw

And I keep dozing off on her, off the codeine

She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don't need

The drophead cost me a Duffel bag of hundreds

It's my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming

And my homies got more white than Abercrombie

So baby knock yourself out, she started shadowboxing

And my homies wear all black, act like they Gothic

And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk 'bout profits

I've been trappin out the bando

Chillin' with my grandma

Grew up down in Florida

Raised me in the NO

Say they raised me in the NO, yeah

Bitch, I'm the man

Bitches used to call me manage

With that white girl, disappear, Vanish

Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic

Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish

I remember back when a nigga never had shit

Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress

She ran off with the work, so it's like I never had shit

I can't even lie, I could have killed that bitch

Had to make a choice, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga

Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga

Rockin' shows, my nigga

Rockin' O's, my nigga

In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)

Chillin' with my grandma

Grew up down in Florida

Raised me in the end though

Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

Shout out to my day-ones

And the place I came from

Living in the hills now

Used to be a trailer

Me and all my homies

We done came a long way

Copper catchin' cases just for tryna steal bologna

Trappin out the bando

Chillin' with my grandma

Grew up down in Florida

Raised me in the end though

Say they raised me in the end though, yeah