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BandGang Lonnie Bands

"Rastas"

[Intro]
Ay, ay, big chops, [big pot?], dreadlocks, yeah
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
(BandGang Lonnie Bands)
Ay, light skin, dread-head, n*gga on that Rasta sh*t
Bring them choppers out the closest on some monster sh*t
Swing that b*tch back and forth like I'm Rocky
Lil badass kid, I'll pop you wit' it
Dreadlocks, big chops, this ain't Lou or Eddie
Meet the Draco, the AK, and that Lil baby
Slap the whole hunnid, and then watch it go crazy
Rain on them pus*y n*ggas 'cause I'm so wavy
Cut my baby mama off, that b*tch so lazy
Got the game from my Oakland n*ggas, make these hoes pay me
Love my daughter more than me, but her mama hate me
Real sh*t, I'm still bitter that my daddy left me
My brother was my daddy growin' up, [food and blessings?]
My b*tch ask me why I keep a gun next to me
Because, baby, 'cause these pus*y n*ggas tryna stretch me
In L.A. with some famous hoes, tell 'em "catch me"

[Chorus]
(BandGang Lonnie Bands [& ShredGang Mone?])
b*tch, I'm with them Rastas and them dread-heads
I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead
b*tch gon' give me top and give my mans head
Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play
b*tch, I'm with them Rastas and them dread-heads
I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead
b*tch gon' give me top and give my mans head
Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play

[Verse 2]
(ShredGang Mone)
Free [Rucci?], RIP Perc
I been blowin' all this weed, but I swear this sh*t hurt
Thought them n*ggas was my mans, til' they came with that work
See him comin' outta jail, put his face in the dirt
Rasta Rasta, n*gga I am a shotta
Clingin' to this Glock, I'm dyin' by this chopper
Put the .40 in his mouth like some Pop Rocks
Swing that Draco, n*ggas jumpin' like it's hopscotch
Got the Glock on my waist more than a Gucci belt
Never team with up sh*t, n*gga I don't use the help
I'm Jay out here with the Glock, let me excuse myself
New name "Uncle Two Glocks," 'cause I use it well
Or you can call me Tom Brady, 'cause I'm accurate
Old heads say I'm the young n*gga that's slappin' sh*t
If she ain't comin' with no cash, I'ma slap that b*tch
Send her on the [blade?], she gon' call me when the cash get in

[Chorus]
(BandGang Lonnie Bands [& ShredGang Mone?])
b*tch, I'm with them Rastas and them dread-heads
I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead
b*tch gon' give me top and give my mans head
Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play
b*tch, I'm with them Rastas and them dread-heads
I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead
b*tch gon' give me top and give my mans head
Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play

[Outro]
(BandGang Lonnie Bands)
Ohhhhhh
What you want from me, my n*gga?
What you want from a n*gga?
Pull up on your block and make it hard for you n*ggas
Runnin' 'round chopper make it hard for you n*ggas
f*ck 9-11, call God for you n*ggas
Hundred rounds gonna make it hard for you n*ggas
Hundred rounds gonna make it hard for you n*ggas

[Chorus]
(BandGang Lonnie Bands [& ShredGang Mone?])
b*tch, I'm with them Rastas and them dread-heads
I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead
b*tch gon' give me top and give my mans head
Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play
b*tch, I'm with them Rastas and them dread-heads
I pull up on your block and leave your mans dead
b*tch gon' give me top and give my mans head
Drummer boy, I pull up, let them bands play

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