- Back To the Bando (Prod. By Zaytoven) 歌詞 Migos
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- 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
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
Nıggas 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 nıgga ask him what he lick for
50 packs in the hood because I made it rappin
Gave a cutie to my nıggas down the road I made it happen
Gave straps to my nıggas 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 trap trap
Trapping out the houses, got more cheese than mouses
Kicking in your door, Im looking for the fuccing 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 fucc nıgga, 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 nıggas tickle me, Elmo
Bando part 2 on the radio
You nıggas are Captain-Save-A-Hoe
Im a bit better than a playa hoe
You nıggas go to them local shows
My bank account is on overload
Yall nıggas aint put your wrist in the pot
Get you a knot, they go come to yo a spot
Trap out the bando, cause nıggas they watch
Hit you artillery, nıggas 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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