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[Intro: BandGang Biggs] Come on, now (Jose the Plug) [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Sun out, bitches got they buns out (Ooh) Drop a ten off at fam house, it's that one route Drop fifty shells through your door, you can't come out I don't chase clout, that shit chase me, I can't run out (At all) Like she protestin' Your bitch like, "I can't breathe" (Uh) Kids on her, pull my camera out and make her say cheese (Yeah) Sippin' out a dirty Sprite, it's like I hate clean Until I make thirty racks today, the trap I can't leave Make a movie on your block, it look like Jerry shot it Hop out car, I'm in the D, I be like, "Yeah, we got him" Pop a bottle, pour it out when this war over Bitch, I love my whole gang, it's like we blood brothers [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands & BandGang Paid Will] [?] eighteen, call it Peyton Manning Twenty-three for these blues, call 'em Marcus Camby Better keep your gun cocked, it's gon' come in handy I keep the Flocka Flame on me like I came with Tammy Who you know did a ticket in the pandemic? I just been on flip mode like I'm Rah Digga We came from Biggs' basement, somethin' like Big Tilly I took drug dealers, rich niggas, real killers Unc' schooled me 'bout that white girl, that bitch Matilda He told me, "If I want a bubble, then I gotta hit it" If your work strong enough, you can hit it twice I ain't need a handout, I just needed a vice (Ayy) [Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will] Bitch, have you ever seen a ticket? You lookin' at the plug, not the nigga in the middle Yeah, I'm that one nigga, make a lot out of little Dead on arrival, he ain't make it to the 'spital Bro only wanna shoot, fuck around, have to bench you You can cop a three-five or you can come and get a pickle Niggas always name droppin', actin' like Paid sent 'em I be up with a dollar, move around, lil' nigga (Lil' nigga) I'll take you to the water if you got the right fee I know niggas pushin' thirty tryna be like P Kick these niggas out my kitchen, I be feelin' like G My nigga out in KY, turn me around for KD Fuck around and get burnt tryna play with my cheese I got sauce for you boys, but it ain't goin' for the free My nigga takin' fed chances, still goin' to the V Unc' be choppin' up bricks, he looked up to Bruce Lee, nigga (Man) [Verse 4: Drego] Bitch, have you ever seen a ki'? My main hitter, he don't sleep, but he layin' for the cheese We so tied in, for me, I bet he do it for the free (Boy) The way he shoot that motherfucker, they should've put him in the league Dog, you should've put the bag on me (Man) [?] took a lil' L, I would've flipped it in a week (Dog) Uh, I had three hundred P's But I sent it to ND and it made me fifteen G's No cap, bitch, it's 'bout the pressure in the streets (Boy) You can't sleep in the field, them boys'll knock you off your feet The only time I'm movin' slow is when a nigga slippin' lean The only time I get the best of her is when I'm off a bean Huh? So I fucked her off a clean I'ma open up the lane and I'ma split it with my team [Outro: Drego] (I'ma open up the lane and I'ma split it with my team)