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stukk in the bando - vermin77 lyrics

i hang in the streets, i stay in the cut
i walk wit’ a glizzy, i don’t give a f*ck
p*ssy be talking too much
b*tch, i keep a choppa inside of my trunk
why you keep testing ya luck?
you broke little b*tch you ain’t gettin’ no bucks
i gotta scope better duck
i’m sippin on wok*hart straight out cup
stay in the trap, i’m stukk in the bando
pull up wit drums, we shoot at yo lambo
me n my gang light sh*t up like candles
stay wit the kin, it’s me and my gango
feel like i’m rambo
bricks in miami, got plugs in orlando
i got the keys like a f*cking piano
77 some f*cking commados

droppin his muh f*cking guts on the floor
if he talkin too much imma kick down his door
pull up and hop out the muh f*cking porsche
got a banger on me it’s a .44
smoking that boi like a f*cking newport
and his body washed up on the muhf*cking shore
stackin my racks, yo money look short
i play wit the weapons when i’m feeling bored
flippin’ a brick, i pass it to raze
s/o to ave, he uppin’ a k
smoking on gas, we up inda bay
deep inna grave, that’s where he lay
aye we know where you stay
lock up the house cuz b*tch you ain’t safe
i put this 40 cal right to his face
foe finna pull up you know we gon bang

- vermin77 lyrics

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