Chedda

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] BandGang Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Can't worry 'bout the next, I had to get me together Dropped out of high school and had to get me some cheddar Used to come back from that road with a twenty or better Twenty-two up in this Glock, I don't rock no Beretta Ain't where I want to be, hell nah, I can't let up All these wannabes, hell yeah, I'm fed up My dawg got 25, told him keep his head up I'm just focused on the prize, I'ma stack this bread up This bitch just wanna fuck, I told her pull her pants up I told the bitch hut, hut, throw them bands up I told my hitter puff, puff, he rolled your mans up Boy, you better hush hush if we get jammed up I'm tryna dunk on your bitch and get the and-one, ayy I love a brown skin and a red one, ayy Baby, put your hand out, don't put your legs up, ayy Baby, don't run your mouth, run the bands up, ayy Came with the hitman, don't you act tough This hundred round'll make 12 call backup This dope dick'll make a bad bitch act up I make her bust two tricks, tell her trap up, hoo [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] New bitch badder than a spoiled kid She got bags that cost more than most niggas' crib The way you rap I would've swore y'all was living big On Google Maps like, "Don't tell me that's where dawg live" You lactose intolerant, ain't gettin' no cheddar That's why his bitch choosin' and I just met her I ain't trickin', bitch, you know better Drive this rental out of town and get your own cheddar 10 in the morning, he on the internet typing He big mad, found out I had his bitch swiping You know my pieces hittin' like we in the store fighting Tank, oh, let me stop before they come and re-indict me [Verse 3: Drego] Man, I ain't gon' lie, we ain't gon' talk about indictments A nigga talkin' brazy, dawg, I don't condone fighting, ayy You driving for the gang, gotta have your license I ain't gon' lie, the sticks around me ain't licensed I swear to God, I'm so focused just like Adderall That AR clip look like Sparta, let's play basketball The big drake knock down a park, it's Jurassic, dawg I don't show no signs of fear, I'ma blast it, dawg Tuh, what you wanna do? I might dress up like a bitch like Juwanna do And creep up on your ass, boy, and shoot a shot or two I was taught to play the game just like Papi do Yeah, nigga, stay workin', I like the revenue But I'll still put your ass by the reverend too Swear the streets took my heart just like Kevin That's why I always keep my weapon