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mtg - bandgang masoe & babytron lyrics

[intro]
(rell on the track)
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
b*tch, i’m on new circle with two circles
two straps, buffs on like i’m steve urkel
draymond green, a n*gga play and i bet we gon’ hurt him
n*ggas love to put on shows ’til we close his curtains
i’m with babytron, blew a dime, n*gga lost his mind
glock 23 when i’m in la, feel like lebron
a switchy on that thing, watch it spit faster than busta rhymes
they don’t want us in the function, we committin’ crimes

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
it’s just me and mines, he play with us, that boy done waste his time
been on the block thuggin’ since doughboyz had “grind 2 shine”
they got a b*tton on the back, that glock was probably mine
and when them feds come around, i get too hard to find
thеse n*ggas mustard, tell ’em catch up
tеn*milli’, that b*tch automatic, it’s goin’ like a breast pump
i’m sick as h*ll with my double cup, i had to go get a check*up
this street sh*t get real, i’m in the field, n*gga, come check up

[verse 3: babytron]
ayy, it’s just me, mas, and glock
ride around with fah*fah*fah, we got three modded chops
weapon plug got everything, he even keep molotovs
you was him in 2020, ain’t got three dollars now?
sh*t, you ain’t had no hustle, just a couple puas
when you really ballin’, boy, the fans’ll pay to see you play
never goin’ broke again, i understand kentrell
let us catch him noddin’ off the turtle, we gon’ crack his sh*ll
[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
pour that motherf*ckin’ green, n*ggas movin’ slow, gary snail
just hit a n*gga main b*tch, she was married as well
wst, n*gga, i’m runnin’ it well
i can’t pull up to the bronx, it’s hotter than h*ll

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
this sh*t serious, if you was me, you’d probably go and tell
just banged a brickhouse on the phone with my dog, he in jail
nowadays, we flyin’ with the weed, we used to catch the mail
bein’ broke funny as h*ll, these n*ggas dave chappelle

[verse 6: babytron]
bust open the mail, i’m finna break the scale
all this fetty smoke, open the door, i cannot take the smell
you the type to wake up at 12, still ain’t made a sale
everybody rockin’ denim tears, i’m finna play the pale
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t milltia, long live $cam, you know? hey

[outro: babytron]
whew, nyah

- bandgang masoe babytron lyrics

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