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rpt freestyle / stack it* - bando gz lyrics

[intro: bando gz]
ski
caught him cl!ckin’, man
it’s over then
wassup, my brother?
ski, folk, ski, ski
ski

[verse 1: bando gz]
they call me bando, n*ggas know that i don’t play ’round
tdot got the 40, while i’m dumpin’ out the trey pound
like, [?], get down or lay down
and if i catch a o, it’s still comin’ out the spray ground
the whole block lit, my n*ggas play with mopsticks
don’t let me catch you creepin’ on my gun, yo’ body droppin’
[?] a f*ggot, come slide up if you feel away
we packin’ ratchets, man, my n*ggas ain’t never play
don’t [?], i’ma slide and put one in his face
it’s free jelly, know my n*ggas locked up in the gates
six shots is humble, but he quick to let the hammer spark
walk in the park, you hear the shots, we disappear in dark
he think we lackin’. lotti gz pop out thе cut
he gotta talk, so all y’all n*ggas better not try and front
free baby gz, wе was just chillin’ on the block
jump up the opps, they [?], ’bout to get it dropped
they talk on gang, then all my n*ggas wanna let it flock
and we ain’t bluffin’, me and dthang walkin’ with a chop
let a n*gga act up, i’ma grab the grip
walkin’ through your ‘jects, i got the 40 on my hip
spanish lil’ mami, she a thot, get her lit
she heard ’bout og bando, now she bitin’ on her lips, gang
gang
[…]
[verse 2: dthang]
it’s dthang gz, and i’m back like i never left (i’m back)
lil’ n*gga, move right or you gettin’ left (bye)
call up, six shots, yeah, you been intact (grrt)
got a bad lil’ mami, yeah, her p*ssy wet (mami)
i said we spinnin’, man, we spinnin’, man, they know what’s next (grrt)
i said we drillin’, n*ggas k!llin’, better get a vest (baow)
how the f*ck that little n*gga died up in his ‘jects? (noah)
but f*ck that, we roll him up ’til we leave ‘jects (noah)
[…]
i saw my opp, [?] (gang)
you catch [?], really into that (what happened?)
i swear to god, man, they ain’t really into that (gang)
[…]

[verse 3: lotti gz & dthang]
it’s lotti gz, and i’m down for the pita roll (gang)
posted in the t’s and i can’t trust a f*ckin’ soul (grrt)
i keep it tucked, run up, i’ma have to blow (baow)
do a hit, clean the clip, then i pass it to the bro (get low)
on the late nights on the set, dthang let it blow
[…]

- bando gz lyrics

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