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[Verse 1: ShredGang Mone] Free Stone, [?] home [?] nigga, Trey Songz I still hate [?] BandGang clone These niggas stank hoes, go put that make up on You ain't gotta say a word, I feel the energy Now a days, they say I'm acting differently Goseping like hoes, with all that wispering I except that I don't fit into this indostry [?] Who you know selling [?] for a five piece? [?] P ain't even pimped on a white ho, like I'm Ice T Put keys on the road, and this song, bitch, this my beat [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] I'm finessing in this new shit, these hoes know I do it I up [?] on your daddy, got these hoes like he fooling Them bands got hoes drewling, that coupe got hoes choosing I'm a young dumb nigga, hit the mall and go stupid Eh Band Man, bro, tell me this Why these niggas beef over a dirty bitch? That same bitch that was calling me, tryna get the dick But I'm a BandGang nigga, so you know I spend What up, Jizzle? I'ma ball for you I pick it up and drop it off, I do it all for you I'm [?] blowing loud, so I'm caufing too Oh, that's your mans? Well he gon' have to meet the coffin too [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Free [?] nigga, Boogs back If it's stuck, then it's up, bitch, it's still that This for niggas cooking up, this the real rap Acting like they scored on packs, that's a [?] I've been tryna chill, I'm daydreaming of bending blocks Hop out the whip with twenty six, run up in [?] Niggas acting like they steppers, they get bossed around When we catch niggas in public, tryna talk it out I've been down for pimping hoes, and I got pistol cases Blue bands in San Diego, but live out in Vegas Have hoes trapping in Jerzy, plug was out in Mason Tossing and turning in my sleep, the trentches drove me crazy [Verse 4: BandGang Javar] The day you meet a ho, they think you supposed to spend it Chanel bags don't mean shit, if ain't no money in it I'm better than the textbook, I'll show you how to get it I done [?] DoorDash to pick up chicken I ain't gon' cap, it hurt when I saw what she texted, nigga He bought a Gucci bag, she fucked the night she met the nigga I was raised check the bitch, never sweat the nigga And she ain't your's either, this your turn with her Made my first hundred off the road, might call me a dummy 'Cause I blew it, shit, I ain't grow up having money They wasn't with me on [?], so can't nobody judge me Blew up in my last band, looking back, it's funny