Cosign

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Me and my nigga Lo just talked the other day I'm like, "Can't no rapper cosign us, nigga, the streets cosigned us" (BeatGang) [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] City blackballing, bitch, we back balling White man just called, we just pill talking, ayy Label just called, we just mil' talking Told they ass hold on, I'm in the jugg office I gotta watch this bitch drivin', I'ma call you back Twelve bands, six hours, I'm like fuck a rap I'm on Interstate 80, nigga, fuck a trap Your pussy ass been gettin' robbed, go and tell 'em that I done lost my fuckin' mind, turned water to wine In the hood pourin' lines like I can't get signed And you sittin' on the fence like you can't get found Once you jump in that water, boy, your ass gon' drown Once you jump in that fire, boy, your ass gon' burn Since you want all these problems, boy, your ass gon' learn, ayy Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Bitch, it been our turn Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Bitch, it been our turn [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ayy, no rapper cosigned us Nigga, the streets cosigned us If you want us pussy nigga, come and find us You better kill us 'fore these labels come and sign us Ayy, ayy, niggas want to shoot us, uh It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck Ayy, ayy, they just mad as fuck It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck [Verse 2: BandGang AJ] Still goin' hard, still rollin' up (Yeah) Still ridin' with them sticks, still pourin' up (Bah-bah) Still got them dubs stacked, they ain't foldin' up Extended clip on every chopper, ain't no loadin' up (Bitch) I'm sick and tired of these niggas and these ho games Cop a zip, QP, or you want the whole thing? (What you need?) Flyin' through the hood like I got road rage (Skrrt) Freak bitch open, say she wanna fuck the whole gang (BandGang, nigga) Six niggas with me, six niggas strapped (Yeah) I ain't hidin', I be everywhere they book us at (For real) Or in the hood on the block where I'm known to slap Slidin' down on us, it ain't none of that (Naw) [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ayy, no rapper cosigned us Nigga, the streets cosigned us If you want us pussy nigga, come and find us You better kill us 'fore these labels come and sign us Ayy, ayy, niggas want to shoot us, uh It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck Ayy, ayy, they just mad as fuck It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck [Verse 3] I'm grimy towards niggas who're grimy towards me I'm a real-ass nigga and I put that on P He flashin' five bands, dog, I made that in a week Man, that's lil pocket change, dog, that baby shit steep Play me, you gon' make me leave you way in shit's creek Well, the point I'm tryna make, I'ma show you shit stink Called your bitch over, fucked her on the kitch' sink She kept on screaming, "Big," so I made the bitch leave The funny part about it, I ain't give her not a sleeve She asked, but I ain't budge, ho, I need my guapanese I'm laughin' too hard, let me see my doctor please These funny-ass niggas got my kidney feeling weak, bitch [Verse 4: BandGang Masoe] Still high from yesterday, get higher today Anything you gotta say, you take that up with the K Niggas' labels callin' in, we don't want shit with a K Add M's and book us flights, you might could sign us today I got work out in these streets, if rap don't work, then I'm good Niggas really don't respect you, might get killed in your hood Sweats was the first under twenty to ride R's in the hood Don't come through trippin', 'cause them killers eatin' bars in the hood I cut work like Tapo, pay rent through five 'bows Buy guns, won't buy clothes, not yours, them our hoes He fucked up like typos Rollie hitting like a light show We don't do scams, we hate those BandGang, ShredGang, case closed, money [Verse 5: BandGang Javar] Used to be a lame, that got old quick (Lame) Hit the road for thirty days with the same shit (In Lansing) Feds hit the spot while I was gone on some ho shit But I jumped right back on the Mega, they ain't stop shit (Runnin') Niggas mad, labels callin' out the blue I could front a couple 'bows, give you a month or two But take my kindness for a weakness, put that Glock to use Me and Biggs run through quarters like a target booth [Verse 6: BandGang Biggs] Blackballin'-ass city, it's politics Same month we got banned, I went rich, nigga, ask Rose Five bitches all workin', they on they shit And if them hoes get put up, they might get rich Nigga, to start shit, these niggas know what's up And can't a soul around this bitch say they vouched us It's six of us and we the king of the streets And we ain't stressin' over deals, either way, we gon' eat, nigga [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ayy, no rapper cosigned us Nigga, the streets cosigned us If you want us pussy nigga, come and find us You better kill us 'fore these labels come and sign us Ayy, ayy, niggas want to shoot us, uh It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck Ayy, ayy, they just mad as fuck It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck