#FreeJuBanga lyrics

[Intro: Ju Banga]
(Chris Bone)
You ain't no stepper from your section, boy
I ain't beefing on the 'Gram 'cause I ain't getting booked with n*ggas

[Chorus: Ju Banga]
You ain't no stepper from your section, boy, stop with all that woofing, n*gga (Boy)
Five-seveNs hit him in his chest, cuddy cook a n*gga (Ayy, ayy)
I ain't beefing on the 'Gram 'cause I ain't getting booked with n*ggas
Sorry for the wait, down the road, 12 took a n*gga

[Verse 1: Ju Banga]
n*ggas woofing on my name, tell them n*ggas step then
Thirty in the 23, b*tch, twenty in the FN
n*gga Drac'd my best friend, that's why I ain't get the job done
Don't put a K behind my hood, b*tch, if you ain't drop nothing
n*ggas talking tough on me, dog ain't never stepped through
Treat thesе lil' n*ggas like my sons, they need a step stool
Banga to thе rescue, call me when you need me, n*gga
Walkups what I do, on my mama, this sh*t easy, n*gga (Ayy, ayy)
12 sent me down the road, you ain't never did a bid
Pop it like a firework, then pull up where your mama live
Drakeys, yeah, all kind of sh*t, we stop by them b*tches too
n*ggas keep my name inside they mouth, but ain't did sh*t to Ju
1950 Nightingale, catch me on them backstreets
Last n*gga I tried to run up on, he was an athlete
I don't do the show and tell, c*ck it back and clap heat
Can't name a time I ever froze, dead homies, ask team
Glock 20, ten milli', knock a sucker head off
n*ggas change, b*tches fold, can't believe I fed y'all (Gang)
Run it up until I can't like something took my legs off
Don't f*ck with me, then f*ck it, n*gga, slide and drop that lead off
[Chorus: Ju Banga]
You ain't no stepper from your section, boy, stop with all that woofing, n*gga
Five-seveNs hit him in his chest, cuddy cook a n*gga
I ain't beefing on the 'Gram 'cause I ain't getting booked with n*ggas
Sorry for the wait, down the road, 12 took a n*gga

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Nah, we ain't beefing on the 'Gram and getting booked with n*ggas
Free Whoadie, that's my chef, he really cook with n*ggas (Free the thugs, n*gga)
Heard dog got hit up in his sh*t and still ain't took a n*gga (What?)
Bounce out the load, do my dance and get tricky, n*gga
Nah, we ain't beefing on the 'Gram and getting booked with n*ggas
Free Whoadie, that's my chef, he really cook with n*ggas (Free the thugs, n*gga)
Heard dog got hit up in his sh*t and still ain't took a n*gga (What?)
Bounce out the load, do my dance and get tricky, n*gga
Posted up on Nightingale looking like a light pole
When it's time to slide, you don't abuse, why you got pole? (Why you got that?)
Skeam in the cut, all I say is, "Ready, set, go"
Nice tackle, we the Saints, we play for the dome
Catch him on them backstreets, do an opp like Ricky, n*gga
Ayy, that's my G-Unit, boy, don't touch that fifty, n*gga (Don't touch that fifty, n*gga)
Ayy, Ju, remember when we dropped off that fifty, n*gga?
Ayy, ayy, on 2One, we get at any n*gga

[Chorus: Ju Banga]
You ain't no stepper from your section, boy, stop with all that woofing, n*gga
Five-seveNs hit him in his chest, cuddy cook a n*gga
I ain't beefing on the 'Gram 'cause I ain't getting booked with n*ggas
Sorry for the wait, down the road, 12 took a n*gga