[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Uh-huh, n***a, talk that shit 'cause I live that shit, n***a
Uh, n***a, you know what I'm sayin', I'm the KOD, n***a
Ain't met a n***a yet that played with me (Hold on, hold on)

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, they know where I'm from, what I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk-down, ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon' get you laid down (Ron-Ron do that shit)

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, 75 to 69 still the safe route, huh
The opps down bad, bring the yellow tape out, huh
I'm like J Prince, I brought the drank out
These n***as still snitchin', they brought the jakes out
You got questioned 'bout a murder and wrote a name down
I got questioned 'bout a murder and I stayed down
We throw B's up, huh, and P's down
I'm rеally stressed out, them fеds back around
Man, I'm sick them pigs back on my ass
They think I'm the one puttin' n***as up in them bodybags
Man, I'm sick I blew two hundred fifty bands fast
This all street money, I ain't get no advance

[Verse 2: Rucci]
Yeah, you know where I'm at, where I really be (Norf)
On the Norf, Philly P's, I love the energy (That's on Norf)
We got money, we got drugs, we got big guns (We got big guns)
This a yopper, that's a Glock, n***a, pick one (Ayy, okay, though)
Give a fuck about an image, I'm really out here thuggin' (Go)
The n***a tried to rob me (What?), I almost killed my cousin (Norf)
I'm off these pills bustin', I don't care about nothin' (Ayy)
Rollin' like a mother (Huh?)
Fuck her off the X like Jeezy (Like Jeezy)
Me and my drank like I'm Weezy (Go)
Ron-Ron load it up, I lay 'em down, this shit easy (Okay)
In Detroit with Lonnie Bands, ran through a lot of bands (Go)
RuccDawg got the hood hot again (Go)
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, they know where I'm from, what I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk-down, ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon' get you laid down
Hey, they know where I'm from, what I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk-down, ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon' get you laid down

[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Pill flipper, yeah, that's what I'm really 'bout
Drank sipper, I ain't never seen a drought
You my baby, then I got you, that's without a doubt
High school, I was fuckin' hoes in mama house
Now I just bought my kid and baby mom a house (Yeah)
Finna face a blunt, bitch roll stout
I can get it by myself, that's without a doubt (Gang)
All I ever wanted money, I ain't wanted clout
I ain't even want no pussy, I just wanted mouth
So you can pick your pants up, baby, get up out
I ain't even want no pussy, I just wanted mouth
So you can pick your pants up, baby, get up out
Only want that head, you don't get no dick, ho
My youngin, he a goblin, n***a, just like Piccolo
And he 'bout whatever, n***a, that's my little bro
And I got an older bitch, but she still a little ho
Yeah, I got a big bag, n***a, you got little dough
I just poured a quarter pint, n***a, that's a little four
I was flippin' keys, you n***as moved a little blow
If you move a little, then my n***a, yeah, he finna blow
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, they know where I'm from, what I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk-down, ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon' get you laid down
Hey, they know where I'm from, what I'm really 'bout, huh
They know I'm with the walk-down, ain't shootin' up no house
Huh, with that click-clack, then air it out
Huh, all that chit-chat gon' get you laid down