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If you're in the bando

Chasin' that money

One hunna

You split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her

Would you call her hunny

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

If you're in the bando

Chasin' that money

One hunna

You split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her

Would you call her hunny

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

I got younglings and collars in my jacket

He swore on his nannies

Will grip it and bang it (Normal)

Stop with the actin'

Stop with the cappin'

My guys pull up and tap it

My guys pull up and tap it

Close one eye and burned his

(Burnin')

Two hands on a shotgun

Wind on the window

You know it's gonna f**' happen (Woo)

Gyalie wanna come 'round gang for the hrr

Drop your drawers

I'm smashin' (Smashin')

Or open your mouth on badness

Splish, splash

You know I ain't braggin'

You ain't ever took it to the match like Brannin'

Tried to bang it

And the ting kept jammin' (Jammin')

Mad ting, mad ting

Bro uses his cutter, now

He's on a landin'

Suttin' got touched

And they're blamin' us

Yo, don't blame my friends

Pick up your wap and fill it with bells (Fill it)

And beat your GM

My browning's peng

The cats gone mad 'cah their light and dark is leng

(Leng, leng, leng, leng, leng)

We off in shops and dodge these feds

If you're in the bando

Chasin' that money

One hunna

You split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her

Would you call her hunny

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

If you're in the bando

Chasin' that money

One hunna

You split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her

Would you call her hunny

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

Broad day bootings (Normal)

'Course it's my guy doin' the shootings

'Course it's my guy jumpin' out and scratch these fuckings

And keepin it movin'

Every other day, I got a baddie

She wants to suck man

Tell her "Hold my swammy" (And again)

Best move mad with the rammy

Screw too loose

He gonna kill you

Patty

Yo, put your hands like this

Put your hands like that

Yo, Siraq dons, we crash

We picked up burners and Lampton f**s

If you know Trap

He's a shiesty man

He was chillin' in the left

Bro came from the right

Crept up and made it bang (Drop him)

(Bang, bang, bang, bang)

In the bando, got a slang

Right crack

If you're in the bando

Chasin' that money

One hunna

You split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her

Would you call her hunny

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

If you're in the bando

Chasin' that money

One hunna

You split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her

Would you call her hunny

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

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