Bandman
Ayy, Ayy
Tino Bandz
My nigga Ike can sell three bowls in 20 minutes
In this society they be calling me a menace
Slide down them niggas
Block and give them boys the bidness
I'm selling all za bows I ain't in the kitchen
You wanna beef how and you ain't got no chicken
I swear to God
You niggas lame you niggas bitches
Any song you hear
Tino Bandz on I'm trippin
Still with the same niggas since elementary
My nigga drink it straight
He don't pour it in no simply
Bitch You know I'm hard to kill
I'm walking round like 50
I'm mad I got the 30 bands and I ain't get the 50
I ain't doing shit the feds Keep f*ckin with me
COVID-19 That shit f*cking up the shows
So I'm in the hood tryna get rid of these bows
I'm getting so focused I'm even cuttin off my hoes
Sitting on the porch
I'm just waiting for that load
Shoot him in his shit
If he ever try to play tuff
My momma say I'm tripping in the hood
But I can't get enough If you trappin
Make sure you put that paper up
When you thumbing through
Them hunnits You get paper cuts
Nigga any show I ever did
I was full of drugs where I'm from
The whole bity full of fake plugs
You gotta watch these hoes
They be showin fake love
And these fans too they be givin fake hugs
Niggas they be screaming Whoop
Tell me what you claim
You ain't even from that hood
Nigga you a lame
You be on the net straight
Capping for the fame
I promote my music on the net we ain't the same
Any bitch I ever tried to f*ck
She got f*cked on get that boy
Far away from me Ion trust homes
You would think Brody from Detroit
With the Buffs on get that pack
Straight through the mail Ion hit roads
Don't never cry about a loss
Don't let them see you sweat
Everybody fall short but can you get it back
I'm done posting on the gram
I'm posting in the trap I need a doctor
Bitch I'm done f*cking with hood rats
If I go broke I'm laying down ah nigga whole trap
Tell me where the safe at
And tell me where yo pack at
Anytime you see us 50 deep
We got a hunnit straps
If I tell them niggas go they gon be on full attack
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Bandman
Ayy, Ayy
Tino Bandz
My nigga Ike can sell three bowls in 20 minutes
In this society they be calling me a menace
Slide down them niggas
Block and give them boys the bidness
I'm selling all za bows I ain't in the kitchen
You wanna beef how and you ain't got no chicken
I swear to God
You niggas lame you niggas bitches
Any song you hear
Tino Bandz on I'm trippin
Still with the same niggas since elementary
My nigga drink it straight
He don't pour it in no simply
Bitch You know I'm hard to kill
I'm walking round like 50
I'm mad I got the 30 bands and I ain't get the 50
I ain't doing shit the feds Keep f*ckin with me
COVID-19 That shit f*cking up the shows
So I'm in the hood tryna get rid of these bows
I'm getting so focused I'm even cuttin off my hoes
Sitting on the porch
I'm just waiting for that load
Shoot him in his shit
If he ever try to play tuff
My momma say I'm tripping in the hood
But I can't get enough If you trappin
Make sure you put that paper up
When you thumbing through
Them hunnits You get paper cuts
Nigga any show I ever did
I was full of drugs where I'm from
The whole bity full of fake plugs
You gotta watch these hoes
They be showin fake love
And these fans too they be givin fake hugs
Niggas they be screaming Whoop
Tell me what you claim
You ain't even from that hood
Nigga you a lame
You be on the net straight
Capping for the fame
I promote my music on the net we ain't the same
Any bitch I ever tried to f*ck
She got f*cked on get that boy
Far away from me Ion trust homes
You would think Brody from Detroit
With the Buffs on get that pack
Straight through the mail Ion hit roads
Don't never cry about a loss
Don't let them see you sweat
Everybody fall short but can you get it back
I'm done posting on the gram
I'm posting in the trap I need a doctor
Bitch I'm done f*cking with hood rats
If I go broke I'm laying down ah nigga whole trap
Tell me where the safe at
And tell me where yo pack at
Anytime you see us 50 deep
We got a hunnit straps
If I tell them niggas go they gon be on full attack
Ayy, Ayy
Tino Bandz
My nigga Ike can sell three bowls in 20 minutes
In this society they be calling me a menace
Slide down them niggas
Block and give them boys the bidness
I'm selling all za bows I ain't in the kitchen
You wanna beef how and you ain't got no chicken
I swear to God
You niggas lame you niggas bitches
Any song you hear
Tino Bandz on I'm trippin
Still with the same niggas since elementary
My nigga drink it straight
He don't pour it in no simply
Bitch You know I'm hard to kill
I'm walking round like 50
I'm mad I got the 30 bands and I ain't get the 50
I ain't doing shit the feds Keep f*ckin with me
COVID-19 That shit f*cking up the shows
So I'm in the hood tryna get rid of these bows
I'm getting so focused I'm even cuttin off my hoes
Sitting on the porch
I'm just waiting for that load
Shoot him in his shit
If he ever try to play tuff
My momma say I'm tripping in the hood
But I can't get enough If you trappin
Make sure you put that paper up
When you thumbing through
Them hunnits You get paper cuts
Nigga any show I ever did
I was full of drugs where I'm from
The whole bity full of fake plugs
You gotta watch these hoes
They be showin fake love
And these fans too they be givin fake hugs
Niggas they be screaming Whoop
Tell me what you claim
You ain't even from that hood
Nigga you a lame
You be on the net straight
Capping for the fame
I promote my music on the net we ain't the same
Any bitch I ever tried to f*ck
She got f*cked on get that boy
Far away from me Ion trust homes
You would think Brody from Detroit
With the Buffs on get that pack
Straight through the mail Ion hit roads
Don't never cry about a loss
Don't let them see you sweat
Everybody fall short but can you get it back
I'm done posting on the gram
I'm posting in the trap I need a doctor
Bitch I'm done f*cking with hood rats
If I go broke I'm laying down ah nigga whole trap
Tell me where the safe at
And tell me where yo pack at
Anytime you see us 50 deep
We got a hunnit straps
If I tell them niggas go they gon be on full attack
Writer: Martino Sewell
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