Shred 2.5

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (It's a Wayne beat) [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone] Hey (Ayy) Rise the shotters, whatever you wanna call her (Ayy) Shootin' in the gym, Mad Max with that Spalder I know this card ain't declined, ho, don't let me call it I can open up a credit line, forever gon' be fraud Forever no fakin' when you doggin' 'em Rest in peace them tough-ass niggas, we hate all them (Shred) Bro went for the layup and hit all rim (Hit all rim) Put your monkey suit on, it's time to act donkеy Deep in it, these lil'-ass boys, can't a dog swim? (Boy) Throw that girly on the stovе and get some crack money Old hundreds, dirty-ass twenties, balled-up tens (Boy) I got some trauma, lost my best friends I got drama, niggas mad we won't jump 'em in I got partners doin' life a Cartier lens Level five, murder ones, lost my killers to forensics No fakin' (Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred) [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone & BandGang Lonnie Bands] Shit, I came up broke as fuck, to eat, I had to snatch a chain Couple dollars stashed away, still get it snatched today Ain't playin' both sides, you either gangster or you ain't I ain't rappin' in the stu', I make a banger with this Drac' (Shred) 'Cause when that smoke come, I hope you got your gas mask Glock 40 turn a lil' nigga to a hashtag Wrap 'em in Glad bags, throw 'em in the river It was March, they ain't find a nigga body 'til December I just sit back and laugh in this big-ass mansion Nigga tried to run up on me, I got big-ass hammer Hit a nigga in his head, now shit tuna salad (Shred) All eyes on him like he was doin' some magic I can't listen to they raps because they filled in with lies One sentence 'bout bro, that's what ended his life I was chillin', they weren't listenin', but they feelin' me now (For real) Any time we get the drop, we gon' fill him with iron (For real) Shred [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ayy, hey I'm the Waterboy, I really made a million off that alkaline No codefendants, I can't have nobody to turn in my time I know I'm gifted, but it ain't no fairy tales in these rhymes Never seen a vision since we was killin', we was one of a kind I seen a pigeon turn to digits, now I believe I can fly [Verse 4: ShredGang Mone] Jumpman with cookie 'bows flyin' out for twenty-three Real ShredGang dog, never goin' out like Streets Legend with a Glock 40, hope they remember me like Meech Somethin' different with a chopper, boy, leave his ass in the street Headshot, he smacked up, shouldn't have got up in the beef Hit a nigga in his hat, twist his shit like Memphis Bleach [Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone] Rock him and his lil' fella, call them boys Chris and Leek Shootin' at ninety on camera, think I'm PA Dirty Deep Make a bitch beat her heels 'til them motherfuckers bleed Rock his ass in broad day, feelin' like Linwood Meech I like my heron gray, like my fentanyl bleached Got me exotic bale and got saved by the tree Like my prostitutes brown, want my tracks to come in pink Got a new white bitch, get ten out of every week Lonnie turn a bitch out, if not, she poppin' Ecstasy Give the game to my kids now carry my legacy I can't put my flip phone down, a thousand every ring I got problems, I can't sit down, I gotta chase a fiend (Shred) Harry Potter, fool with the broom, sweep sweep Baby powder, twenty-four hours, what a dirty ki' (Shred)