Safe to Say
[Intro: BandGang Biggs]
Come on, now
(1st done geeked it up)
[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Back when I was seventeen, I was a demon
Whole family had money, I was robbin' for no reason
Ain't get the bigger picture, I was through this bitch schemin'
Tryna figure any way to get the money, I was fiendin'
School wasn't for me, I was in that bitch slackin'
Writin' notes back and forth to the hoes on paper napkins
My best friend was trappin', my other friends was robbin'
Mama was on my eyes, but I was thinkin', "Fuck college"
Remember bein' out on the block with all my n***as shootin' hoops
While seein' unc' and all his n***as pullin' up in different coupes
That shit was motivational when none of them bitches basic
So I thank the hood today, 'cause they the reason I made it (Ayy)
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
But ain't it crazy how I changed?
Nowadays, we can't even chill on the block
It seem like every other day, we out here sendin' some shots
[?] Drac to clean the block like a mop
My dog be tryna spend some money on his wrist, but not a watch
If you one of them n***as runnin' when them guns get to bustin', you might get dropped
Better have your own gun when it go down like Young Joc, n***a
Head on the swivel, long drive
Gotta keep the cannon on me when I'm out, n***as be wildin'
Free Stone Neck, and my n***a Biggie Christopher Wallace
Green beam on dev gun, that n***a got perfect timing
[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
If I'm in the room with a brick, that's for sure one hundred bands
I'ma feed the team and do that shit over again
They gon' be mad then
After ten more flips, I'm buyin' the whole gang, drop heads
We like a real-life rock band
My dog got the stick, with the drum on it for the action
And my young dogs hot heads
No internet shit, wait 'til they slip, let 'em have it
I heard you want some smoke, okay, we brought the matches
Huh, boy, huh, we'll light up your whip
Send a hit while I'm out to eat in Calabasas
Gotta call you dead, leave the waitress thousand dollar tip
I got two feet in the streets but my head ain't
Tryna take the dirty money to the legal way, huh
I got twenty P's right now, headin' on the insterstate
That's eighty-four racks if it make it safe
Huh, hope I don't get indicted off my next mixtape
I live what I rap, it's safe to say, huh
Rollin' dice with my life, pray to God I don't hit a [?]
Ain't hit a six deuce on the eight
[Outro]
(1st done geeked it up)
Come on, now
(1st done geeked it up)
[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Back when I was seventeen, I was a demon
Whole family had money, I was robbin' for no reason
Ain't get the bigger picture, I was through this bitch schemin'
Tryna figure any way to get the money, I was fiendin'
School wasn't for me, I was in that bitch slackin'
Writin' notes back and forth to the hoes on paper napkins
My best friend was trappin', my other friends was robbin'
Mama was on my eyes, but I was thinkin', "Fuck college"
Remember bein' out on the block with all my n***as shootin' hoops
While seein' unc' and all his n***as pullin' up in different coupes
That shit was motivational when none of them bitches basic
So I thank the hood today, 'cause they the reason I made it (Ayy)
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
But ain't it crazy how I changed?
Nowadays, we can't even chill on the block
It seem like every other day, we out here sendin' some shots
[?] Drac to clean the block like a mop
My dog be tryna spend some money on his wrist, but not a watch
If you one of them n***as runnin' when them guns get to bustin', you might get dropped
Better have your own gun when it go down like Young Joc, n***a
Head on the swivel, long drive
Gotta keep the cannon on me when I'm out, n***as be wildin'
Free Stone Neck, and my n***a Biggie Christopher Wallace
Green beam on dev gun, that n***a got perfect timing
[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
If I'm in the room with a brick, that's for sure one hundred bands
I'ma feed the team and do that shit over again
They gon' be mad then
After ten more flips, I'm buyin' the whole gang, drop heads
We like a real-life rock band
My dog got the stick, with the drum on it for the action
And my young dogs hot heads
No internet shit, wait 'til they slip, let 'em have it
I heard you want some smoke, okay, we brought the matches
Huh, boy, huh, we'll light up your whip
Send a hit while I'm out to eat in Calabasas
Gotta call you dead, leave the waitress thousand dollar tip
I got two feet in the streets but my head ain't
Tryna take the dirty money to the legal way, huh
I got twenty P's right now, headin' on the insterstate
That's eighty-four racks if it make it safe
Huh, hope I don't get indicted off my next mixtape
I live what I rap, it's safe to say, huh
Rollin' dice with my life, pray to God I don't hit a [?]
Ain't hit a six deuce on the eight
[Outro]
(1st done geeked it up)