Family Reunion

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Jizzle P] Lil ron on the track boy Woo Niggas ain't fuckin' with us [Verse 1: BandGang Jizzle P] So many blues in the room, she thought she jumped in the sea Money counter thumbin' sixty while you countin' up sheep I do this shit with no ease, I do this shit in my sleep And I ain't broke a sweat yet, fuck you lil niggas mean? Me and bro bro made it back nigga, yeah Still sendin' out them packs nigga, woo If I'm around then it's a strap nigga, yeah So niggas better back back nigga, facts I ain't got out on the play, I gotta make up for this shit Sittin' in that cage locked, I was plottin' on this shit I can't make it up, this my life, real shit Free my nigga Lo Deez, they did him dirtier than a bitch [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] I used to be the cameraman, wanted real cheese When Smile showed me how to swipe it changed everything I ain't shot a video since I was 17 'Cause I been gettin' gift cards like Christmas Eve Send hoes in with the cards from the Challenger They be cleaning out stores like janitors Hoes I ain't seen in years callin' nonstop 'Cause they see me blowin' chicken like it's too hot Had a quarter M before I turned 20 Runnin' shit in twelfth grade like the school bully You was lettin' niggas punk you, neighborhood wussy Got a CPL now but you still pussy The officer that caught us probably got promoted You should've seen 'em, takin' pictures with the money, posin' That shit you flashin' on the 'Gram really ain't nothin' I got more chicken than a hundred piece wing bucket [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] I-75, I need it all, I heard my fiends cookin' Been on the road with that load like I'm school for truckin' Bitch thick as stuffing, Rose ain't tell 'em nothin' Jizzle told 'em nothin', nigga learn you somethin' LB and Deke, my babies told 'em nothin' Niggas frail, I can tell you would've told with somethin' Well polished 'cause we hungry, you heard all that dumpin' Nigga and we violent, quit with all that fussin' Rose home, Biggs on the way, we don't need no new cousins Steal your bitch, I just hit, you can have that trouble Still ballin', picked my dribble up and made it double Never was taught the routine but I still can hustle Runnin' with the winning team, you against us, it's fuck you We touchin' in, we painting dots in the middle of Hubble If you ain't dead or in jail it ain't no love for you We bust first, not shoot back, got plenty slugs for you [Verse 4: BandGang Paid Will] Never really seen a drought, I'm in and out of spot Cookie fresh from the Bay, Hutch did the watch Spilled these blues on the floor, somebody grab a mop Let a nigga touch down, somethin' gettin' dropped Ayy, in and out of town, trappin' out of bounds Finna go and catch a flight, brodie on the 'Hound Never ran from a nigga, never been my style I put a hundred in the stash, need a million now Phone fuck around, do ten on a slow day Never clockin' out, lil nigga I need more pay It's so much to go around, let it rotate Broke niggas might say we broke, yeah they gon' hate You know the repercussions if a nigga try to touch me How you wanna go to war and you ain't got the money? All this chicken put up like I got the munchies Catch an opp on a sunny day, watch it get ugly, nigga [Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Forgot about this rap, gettin' this pimp money Every other day a nigga gettin' rent money Hold on baby, go and get them strips for me Strip for me, she gon' even grab another bitch for me Ayy, taught you 'bout that track one, track two, facts Told bro I want a nigga gone, fuck a diss track The day I dropped out of school, brought six racks back Man the day I got a trap I put a thirty on my MAC CJ had the three-eighty, nigga that was two straps Got pills in the fridge, cookie in the knapsack Big money BandGang, we gon' bring that crack back And I still got jobs for you little natnats Hoo, nigga free Biggs Plan slippin', nigga gettin' head from a freak bitch Hoo, I done hopped on my P shit I can't fuck with no square bitch, no D bitch Hold on, hey, come on now You can't fuck with the gang, now you know that now Hold on, ayy, nigga come on now Sit down boy, I'm talkin' to your ho right now, huh