- Migos Back To the Bando 歌詞
- Migos
- Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
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Trapping out the houses , with boards on the windows A lot of yall claim bandos but I know yall pretenders You know we the beginners, originate inventors If you knocking at my bando more than twice you cannot enter Fishscale rocking Cooking in Versace Niggas baller blocking Feds still watching Molly sent in, percocet, xans Break a whole pound down, cap off extra grams Trap season 'come tax season, Uncle Sam Bricks all white like the hair off of Sisqo Pots real greasy like I wiped it down Crisco Pulled up on a young nigga ask him what he lick for 50 packs in the hood because I made it rappin Gave a cutie to my niggas down the road I made it happen Gave straps to my niggas that I knew was bout that action Birds sangin, Toni Braxton, in my trunk, Im swerving traffic
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, thats where we at Trapping out the houses, trap traptrap
Trapping out the houses, got more cheese than mouses Kicking in your door, Im looking for the fucking ounces Wave around that chopper Im intimidate spouses Flipping over sofas, found a 100 in the couches 20 bales of soft, I let that alarm go off Jerz know he slurred trippin to let one off What the fuck nigga, you trippin, you want the police to run up in the house? He said he wont give the key up to the safe, Im bout to put this strap in his mouth Back to the bando, we go Back to the backseat they loving the flow QC they call us Deathrow We aint straight outta Compton, we straight out the Nawf Im in da city like Dro Roll a backwood, no drough, lotta cookie dough (girl scout) Broke niggas tickle me, Elmo Bando part 2 on the radio You niggas are Captain-Save-A-Hoe Im a bit better than a playa hoe You niggas go to them local shows My bank account is on overload Yall niggas aint put your wrist in the pot Get you a knot, they go come to yo a spot Trap out the bando, cause niggas they watch Hit you artillery, niggas gon plot
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, where we at Trapping out the houses , trap trap trap Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows Trapping out the houses, where we came from Trapping out the houses, thats where we at Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap
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