Klan Rally

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar] Band Life [Verse 1: BandGang Javar & BandGang Biggs] She been askin' me to spend the night like a month or two I ain't sleepin' over bitches' houses, can't get comfortable Hoes be settin' niggas up, I ain't goin', boo Hit in the whip, then I spit, she was gullible It's the opps gettin' on Live talkin' slick for me When you was gettin' stumped at the mall, ain't have that energy Why your mama callin' coppin' pleas? 'Cause you ain't wanna beef? Niggas bitches, I should stuff 'em, shoot to Tennessee It be hard to beef when your opps snitchin' When the feds ask who shot me, I got bad vision Got his addy from a bitch, I pulled up squintin' So small, bro, this can't be where that man livin' (Come on now) [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] All these hoes know we on your ass, your bitch uncomfortable Unc' just got them bricks across the border, he turn one to two Run from who? Last nigga played with Biggs, that boy a vegetable He threw a two, they steady feedin' his stupid ass tomato soup I'm in a coupe, that panoramic roof, bitch, you could see the moon (Skrrt) Let's hit the club, so many ones gon' flood, bitch gotta bring a broom Late-night teef, I'm gettin' a nigga off this Earth by the time it's June They like, "What kinda whip he in?" You hear that bitch go vroom And now we hidin' out, scopin' out the next drop I'm tryna light some shit on fire like a matchbox Jugg office, tell lil' bro to bring the laptop (Yeah) Turn a nigga head into a Faygo, get his top popped [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] Gucci joggy and some Crocs, we out flickin' up Been pulled a thick bitch, she wanna leave with us Two seats in the Jag', got 'em lappin' up We get flicked, it's over with, AR in the trunk Jizzle cursed, the opps turned into whole mummies It ain't voodoo, .223s make him walk funny Ooh, and I'm supposed to be scared you put ten on me? I spent that on a chill day, that's why the hoes love me Good dick and heavy pape' keep my hoes happy Hoes get bitter, fuck with opps, give up the whole addy For the right price, OG'll probably backstab me Thirty Off-White hoodies deep, we at a klan rally [Verse 4: BandGang Biggs] I can't stop countin' up, shit make my palms sweaty (Yeah) Chopper with the flip-around clip, it make my arm heavy Let it rip, watch niggas get to screamin' like a pep rally (On God) Don't believe these niggas' raps, bitch, we war ready Rose just dropped a couple for the addy, watch how quick we at Like poetry night, how quick my niggas get to snappin' We ain't just rappers, bitch, we been active (Yeah) Like we doin' secret Santa, bitch, we gift wrappin' (Bitch, we gift wrappin', nigga) [Outro: BandGang Biggs] Y'all niggas can't fuck with us, nigga, on our worst day, nigga, let alone our birthdays, nigga Yeah