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[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone] Hey, I fucked around and turned kingpin like I'm Rayful Edmond Yeah, they call me KOD, nigga, I'm a fuckin' legend Huh, thirty pounds in one fuckin' week, I be bench pressin' Thirty rounds in Glock 23, I ain't fuckin' wrestlin' Oh, you hit the lil' shits? Wow Yeah, it always be the brokest nigga talkin' too loud Caught a case and I beat that lil' shit, fuck trial And the opps keep gettin' hit, they need to throw in the towel Oh, you wanna be like BandMan? You my child Lil' nigga, you my scam man, I showed you how Showed y'all boys 'bout that self-scan, dump BINs How you hit the fuckin' road, nigga, and we ain't bump heads? (Shred, Shred, Shred) [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone & BandGang Biggs] I'm a Big Money BandGang ShredGang assassin (Shred) Known for breakin' bad bitches, thеn I pass 'em Made a dollar off the bitchеs, 'nother dollar off the package (Uh-huh?) And I keep takin' hits, Mike Jackson (Yeah) In the kitchen, I be whippin' with the left like a chef I get sixty if they real, probably forty if they press Now I get it out a bitch, used to get it off they neck (Shred) Niggas know I'm gettin' to it, but I still'll make a mess We'd drop a sixty on him, run him down and then we slide off (Uh-huh?) They fuck with me because I live like a mob boss It only take one call to get him knocked off (He gone) And I'm still sellin' these HAMs all this rock salt (HAM) Play with unc', if I was you, I wouldn't do it I'd hit him in his top and have him leakin' out his fluids (Fah-fah) What you stacked up in a month, in a weekend, I done blew it (Come on now) Yeah, we call this shit the Family 'cause it's deeper than some music (Shred), nigga [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs & BandGang Masoe] GG in the tank, this gas, yeah, it stink a lot Banana clip hangin' out the stick, I paint the block (Grrat) Try to skrrt off, hit his carburetor, the cargo stop See his bitch and hit her off the drip, excusez moi I'm 'bout to go and spend a quarter on a new watch (Yeah) I told the jeweler, "Hold up, cool me down, I'm too hot" I only put a dropout in the summer, the coupe shy Like the candles on a birthday cake, opps gettin' blew out I'm twenty-three, I'm in my Jordan year, excess of Jordan money Might go grab a hundred 'bows, you can't afford a couple (At all) Silencer on the chop, that's why the shots comin' out muffled Bullets hit him, make that nigga do the Cupid Shuffle (Money, yeah) [Verse 4: BandGang Masoe] Gangster niggas, type to shoot your ass then stuff you BandGang, we the money and the fuckin' muscle Brung ten out to spend, yeah, you boys in trouble Still in the Bronx, Strathmore and Hubble Nigga, we rich, I hate to bust your lil'-ass bubble 'Til we get flicked, still gettin' five if you don't move a muscle I know you sick I'm in Revive like I can't breathe or somethin' (You get it?) Bitch foreign long hair like she got weave or somethin' (Ah) Right idea, wrong niggas, we'd leave you, dummy I be sick until that lean hit a nigga tummy (Uh-huh?) Cartel shit, we on the— wrappin' like a mummy Whoop your ass and have you cryin' to your fuckin' mummy (Money) [Verse 5: BandGang Jizzle P] I can't make it up, they never took from us (Facts) These VVSs got me pushin' up the buffs Good water, every nigga with me iced up Don't get popped in your shit tryna play tough Big Money BandGang, yeah, we started a lot of shit (Gang) Duffel bags, yeah, we move 'em in and out this bitch (In and out) Ayy (Ayy), you see the name on the chain (Nigga) This the 61 'cause I've been havin' my weight Money to the ceiling, I just made a killing Got that Cash App sauce, yeah, come and get it Off that Cash App shit, I damn near made a ticket But I had to fall back, the feds, they be trippin' Nigga