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statement - lando bando lyrics

[intro: jeno cashh]
it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga
ayy

[verse 1: jeno cashh]
they say ain’t no money in this beef sh*t
she, boos ain’t give him ten, he gon’ leave n*ggas (get you out of here)
get you n*ggas out the way like we can’t see sh*t
baby out the echo off that b*tch, sound like tee grizz (ahh)
blew ten on my chain, ain’t no three sh*t
judge said that, wish my n*ggas got a three bid
lil’ boy, your b*tch like this b*tch, gon’ give me three wishes
i don’t keep up with these n*ggas, but i keep stick
flops with the glock, f*ck it, i’ll just wear these, then
you know so much about them n*ggas, where they be, then?
them n*ggas hoes, y’all gon’ quit with all that d*ck eatin’
that b*tch told me she gon’ leave, i told her, “b*tch, mean it”
y’all n*ggas ain’t got one, this my third whip
facts, bust her down first night, she ain’t curve sh*t
i’m broke, ain’t n0body said that but a hurt b*tch
f*ck a job, give me somethin’ i can work with (n*gga)
[?] off that bean, it ain’t worked since
facts, them n*ggas only talkin’ down ’cause they ain’t up with us
talk ball to a b*tch, i’m a club member (n*gga)
ain’t n0body did sh*t, we still amongst n*ggas (you hear me?)
y’all n*ggas run when it’s gunplay
a hundred k, i ain’t never posted chump change
take anything, he gon’ die with his bum ass
y’all n*ggas better watch who y’all come at
word on the streets, cuz n*ggas say they did somethin’
ain’t gon’ pour, but i’m active, we gon’ clear it up
ain’t one ho in my circle, ain’t no fear in us, boy
no evil, y’all n*ggas couldn’t deliver us, n*gga
[verse 2: big money rich & rocky badd]
a b*tch’ll never try me, she’ll be down for it
i have her sleepin’ in the lobby like youngboy
bought some sticks for the locs ’cause that’s my one boy
compressor on it, but it still make some noise
we’ll still wake the block, though
and spill meat over cheese, that’s a nacho
he spilled b’s to the d when he was locked up
you still dancin’ on the work like block party
like sada and drego
send your picture to my goon, that’s a halo
i done moved every drug for a bankroll
we even jugg arabs with the clay phone
but that’s none of your business neither
i done dropped— ain’t gotta believe me either
feel more rich and i’m over active
block reach a goal every day like it’s soccer practice (yeah)

[verse 3: rocky badd]
who said it ain’t no money in this beef sh*t? (what?)
they must be broke and scary as sh*t
even if i gotta rap, i bury the b*tch
when i finally see that money, i married the b*tch
how many b*tches on my head? not a d*mn soul
head b*tch, but i’m feelin’ like the man, though
don’t give a f*ck if they not ready, i’m petty as sh*t
get him touched when i’m ready, could tell on a b*tch
i’m pretty sure, but you seein’ that it’s on now
b*tches playin’ tough ’til i make ’em put them phones down
(think i’m up next) how the f*ck i’m gettin’ cloned now?
(my foot been on they neck) now i’m feelin’ b*tches’ domes now
i can’t always bring my n*ggas, they shootin’ for nothin’
you can always bring your n*ggas, they shootin’ at nothin’
if they ain’t trickin’, it ain’t stealin’, hoes know they be stuffin’
i gotta slide, then i’ma ride, hoes know how i’m comin’

- lando bando lyrics

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