[Intro: BandGang Javar]
BandGang
(Bands made this, period)

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Supposedly, whenever n***as see me out, it's bad for me
In person they want autographs, pictures with they family
In my DMs with that wack-ass music, nagging me
Find out what I charge for a feature, then be mad at me
All the hoes get blessed when Rose around like they got allergies
You don't pay for shit, wanted to listen, audacity
This my strategy
I'll spend that shit and get it back when we in Tennessee
They made fun of me in school, clothеs raggedy
Mama couldn't get me namе brand on our salary
Smiles put me up to punches, brutality
I knew I was facing thirty years, did it happily

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Hey, nine grams in that loose leaf is a capacity
I had an accident, done came back harder like I'm Cassidy
I heard I was the dopest n***a out, but ain't no bagging me
I made a lot of cream off the ice, no Master P
Cuban weigh a brick, my AP cost a half a slab
Master everything that I do, I got the gift of gab
I'm on his ass, he try to run, you know them switchies fast
I'm tryna make a million fucking dollars, fuck getting some ass
Ha, guess what? You n***as ass backwards
Before I ever picked up a mic, I was a Glad wrapper
Now they pay me to talk my shit, I used to wrap a brick
Ghetto boy, grinded out the mud, now my statis rich
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
I'm a real n***a first, never put the fam last (Come on, now)
Made a hundred last month, could show you how to get a bag
You gon' always have haters, you can't make everybody glad (At all)
I be putting God first, you ain't gon' never see me sad
Only way to go is up, you ain't gon' never see me down
Got a pocket full of blues every time I come around
I be praying on that road, hope we make it safe and sound
I sell fifty at a time, ain't got time to break it down
In Miami on a boat, wrist water like the shore
I ain't never seen your broke ass in Miami 'cause you poor
Killers searching for your head like they Dora, they explore
I can keep upping tickets on your head, pape' galore
Slime a n***a out 'cause I'm a certified trapper
See you out, ain't got no blicky, you a certified capper
Last n***a disappeared, we make pussy n***as vanish
All this money coming in, this shit getting hard to manage