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[Intro: BandGang Javar] (Ooh, RJ) BandGang (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) Get on that ShredGang shit too, nigga [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Ain't got security, we pulled up fifteen-plus (Gang) Bro behind me with that stick, can't just walk up (Stupid) It always be that lame nigga think he too tough (Lame) Ain't solvin' math problems on the board, shit gettin' chalked up That's just your bitch, she don't want nothin' (Rat) She know I can punch a bag for her, it wouldn't cost nothin' (Facts) Heard you be penny pinchin' every time she want somethin' (Petty) I fucked then called that ho sense, so that ain't solve nothin' You tryna beef over a bitch, that was dumb, wasn't it? (Goofy) Now he in the backseat of that rust bucket Screamin', "Drive faster", blood leakin' out of dog stomach This whip need a paintjob anyway, fuck it (His ass) [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Two money counters in this bitch yellin' B, huh Twenty-five racks what I just made in my sleep Twenty-five straps, we've been eggin' on the beef I need twenty-five hundred, you wanna hear me on your beat Nigga, track me, I pass Blood the bag, he run it back quick Touchdown after touchdown, I think I'm Steve Smith My white boy be buyin' all my dope, I call him Brad Pitt Two-tone, yeah, I huddle my wrist, I call it peppermint Coordinator, we run press coverage when we all blitz Terminator, yeah, I'm the one that got your brother killed I need some more rubber bands before I need a bitch I need some extra hands just to count this shit
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- BandGang Javar
- BandGang Lonnie Bands