bando - t-work lyrics
[chorus: t-work]
i’m boolin’ with my dealers
and you know the work keep comin’, yeah
we coolin’ in the bando
i’m coolin with my hitters
and you know they go gorillas
no one f-ck with us, oh h-ll no
we sippin’ all this liqour
rollin’ weed up in the swisher, yeah
we sparkin’ in the bando
and all these n-ggas rappin’
i don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout the bands bro
[verse 1: bray barz]
in the bando
ride around town wit’ my mans dope
drop that pack off for the bankroll
when i pull right back wit’ my bands though
i got the gang wit’ me now
you can not hang wit’ me now
up in the trap i’mma slang me a ounce
slang me a pound
brr-brr-brr, yeah
ain’t no tellin’
whole lot a gang sh-t
ain’t no wellin’
prolly be a felon
nevermind that, cuz’ we out here sellin’
we out here sellin’
i remember when my crib got f-ckin’ raided n-gga
beat the case, then trapped again
cuz trappin’ saved me n-gga
blue faced hunnit dolla’ bills
my bae popped a lot a pills
xannies for your mommy, and the mollies for your daddy
b-tch i’m prolly in the bando, and i ain’t even hit the town yet
b-tch we been the plug, call us outlets
i’m out man
[chorus: t-work]
i’m boolin’ with my dealers
and you know the work keep comin’, yeah
we coolin’ in the bando
i’m coolin with my hitters
and you know they go gorillas
no one f-ck with us, oh h-ll no
we sippin’ all this liqour
rollin’ weed up in the swisher, yeah
we sparkin’ in the bando
and all these n-ggas rappin’
i don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout the bands bro
[verse 2: t-work]
’bout ’bout the bands tho
i be in the bando
my n-ggas trap that real woe
shout-out to my day ones
drinkin’ somethin’ real slow
my n-ggas gorrillas so
they callin’ us some animals
my n-ggas can crack your skull
my n-ggas some crazy dudes
i’m the one tryna make it big
a lot of n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t
f-ck it dog don’t listen then
trap your sh-t and make some dividend
f-ck it dog it’s either win or win
f-ck it dog you gotta cop that benz
after that you gotta cop some lead
it’s grind time stack your presidents
smokin good for my nutrients
pourin up, move the sh-t
no rush, started with the half turn it to a pound
slang the sh-t, it gets p-ssed around
too many jays, i’m up in the clouds
whip in my lane, you not allowed
you not allowed, i’m gone
[chorus: t-work]
i’m boolin’ with my dealers
and you know the work keep comin’, yeah
we coolin’ in the bando
i’m coolin with my hitters
and you know they go gorillas
no one f-ck with us, oh h-ll no
we sippin’ all this liqour
rollin’ weed up in the swisher, yeah
we sparkin’ in the bando
and all these n-ggas rappin’
i don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout the bands bro
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