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Testo Bands Language
Testo Bands Language
Just a bando kid, money bands, that's my language
Yeah the pack no light package, that's a big bag
Yeah the haters big mad
I'm dripping hoe, I spit big facts
Trap, trap, trap, paying no tax
Loading the trunk, get fried
It's a pill, no Tic Tac
Chrome matte black Opps, dash-cam
Up in the stores, we get the big bag
I mix the drip, I do the mixmatch
I'm spittin' big facts
I'm with slime that's big gang
2020 that's a big bang
I'm takin' off, straight to the moon
Free bro, home soon
And the haters big mad
Get to the bag, stay strapped
Oh he a sick man, he got some problems
He sip away, he losing conscience
And bro locked, he need a locksmith (Free bro)
Pull up on the plug, imma cop it Magic, magic in the pot, that's extra profit
They linin' up, they linin' up
They doing, they doing mosh-pit
Mosh-pit gang hit the trap like, "what's the plan?"
Free birds fly
A hundred bands, shake it, shake it
Baby girl don't mistake it
I get bands, I won't fake it
I hit the trap, I miss training
I'm the wave captain, I sail it
Shoot the fade, big drip I'm aiming (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Shoot the fade, big drip I'm aiming
Just a bando kid, money bands, that's my language
Yeah the pack no light package, that's a big bag
Yeah the haters big mad
I'm dripping hoe, I spit big facts
Trap, trap, trap, paying no tax
Loading the trunk, get fried
It's a pill, no Tic Tac
Chrome matte black
Opps, dash-cam
Up in the stores, we get the big bag
I mix the drip, I do the mixmatch
I'm spittin' big facts
Yeah the pack no light package, that's a big bag
Yeah the haters big mad
I'm dripping hoe, I spit big facts
Trap, trap, trap, paying no tax
Loading the trunk, get fried
It's a pill, no Tic Tac
Chrome matte black Opps, dash-cam
Up in the stores, we get the big bag
I mix the drip, I do the mixmatch
I'm spittin' big facts
I'm with slime that's big gang
2020 that's a big bang
I'm takin' off, straight to the moon
Free bro, home soon
And the haters big mad
Get to the bag, stay strapped
Oh he a sick man, he got some problems
He sip away, he losing conscience
And bro locked, he need a locksmith (Free bro)
Pull up on the plug, imma cop it Magic, magic in the pot, that's extra profit
They linin' up, they linin' up
They doing, they doing mosh-pit
Mosh-pit gang hit the trap like, "what's the plan?"
Free birds fly
A hundred bands, shake it, shake it
Baby girl don't mistake it
I get bands, I won't fake it
I hit the trap, I miss training
I'm the wave captain, I sail it
Shoot the fade, big drip I'm aiming (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Shoot the fade, big drip I'm aiming
Just a bando kid, money bands, that's my language
Yeah the pack no light package, that's a big bag
Yeah the haters big mad
I'm dripping hoe, I spit big facts
Trap, trap, trap, paying no tax
Loading the trunk, get fried
It's a pill, no Tic Tac
Chrome matte black
Opps, dash-cam
Up in the stores, we get the big bag
I mix the drip, I do the mixmatch
I'm spittin' big facts
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