[Chorus]
Bando that’s my second home
Two phones trap going off
Keep these racks for inspiration not for showing off
A different bitch for each occasion think I’m hoin' off
I be stacking all these hunnids yeah they ain’t tall enough
I can’t even go to sleep unless my hammer tucked
Now im getting to the paper and they mad as fuck
Shit I’m married to the game no I can’t show no love

{Verse}
I miss some of my lil n***as they not comin' back
If I hear you throwing rakes lil boy you getting wacked
Get to spin in round yo block and we not holdin' back
That lil n***a look like Nate I got him layin' flat
Back again we in the trap yeah wе was servin' fiends
Hit that shorty right from the back I got hеr screaming please
I ain’t worried bout y’all n***as I’m just doin' me
I can even stress it enough I’m tryna stay low key

[Chorus]
Bando that’s my second home
Two phones trap going off
Keep these racks for inspiration not for showing off
A different bitch for each occasion think I’m hoin off
I be stacking all these hunnids yeah they ain’t tall enough
I can’t even go to sleep unless my hammer tucked
Now im getting to the paper and they mad as fuck
Shit I’m married to the game no I can’t show no love
[Song Switch]


[Chorus]
Told my brother I’m slidin' who slidin' with me
Me Q in stu in the stu and we spittin filthy
On the road for a while but I’m moving stealthy
I made 10 bands off a trap phone and these n***as they never want help me
I was posted up at the flag pole and these junkies they know where to at me
And they all kno to respect me

[Verse]
Tucked in the sock was a strap, Glizzy 19 or the mac that’s right at my back
Bullets turn you to a pack we smokin on that, that’s another for the stashes
So no need to talk about that you ain’t a trapper all you n***as livin' cap
I’m on a whole nother map and then I came back had to spend a couple stacks
Reminiscing bout the past I wanna go back but not to go down that path
Lil n***a I ain’t crash was going to fast did 140 on the dash
Jakes slide do the dash I grab the stash and head out the back
Cause if they find where we at I’m doing ten and I’m talking max

[Chorus]
Told my brother I’m slidin' who slidin' with me
Me Q in stu in the stu and we spittin filthy
On the road for a while but I’m moving stealthy
I made 10 bands off a trap phone and these n***as they never want help me
I was posted up at the flag pole and these junkies they know where to at me
And they all kno to respect me