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[Intro]
Who dem n*ggas? We dem n*ggas b*tch

[Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will]
This b*tch trippin' think she off them bars
This n*gga sweats jumping curbs f*cking up the cars
f*cking up the arts tearing up the yard n*ggas talking crazy but we shooted up there with the stars
Feeling good like I starve b*tch I'm living good big cribs by the woods somewhere out the hood
Looking down on you broke n*ggas made it to the top from the bottom on our own n*gga
There's levels to this sh*t, see the bezel and sh*t?
To have sex with a b*tch gotta' schedule and sh*t
If you want me to b*tch I can bless you and sh*t
But you ain't gotta' tell people being extra and sh*t

[Verse 2: BandGang Biggs]
[?] from the Rollie to the mattress
Up the road now she on me man this b*tch an actress
Finessed the ham man I'm called for 35 backers
He ain't studied math dummy shoulda' learned factors
Hoes see me out get to pointing like a cactus
Killas' on the block posted ready for that action
Bought a half zip you know bro finna match it
I ain't gon' deny it man this rapping sh*t a passion

[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
It's Maserati broke n*gga, I'm back at it
And if that n*gga owe me funds I hid in his attic
Acting tragic black masking flyer than Aladdin
I finessed em' playing games like I made Madden
Tell them shoot me when they see me, if not then shut it
Sweats iced the Rollie saying that the city flooded
Where you parking where your picture where your jeweler at?
Chopper a midget, don't believe me where your ruler at?
Oh your phone dead? Well we got chargers
Can't forget the [?] b*tch n*gga listen we fly em' in from Cali tell Gang Squad we good
We ain't mean harm we just tryna' protect our sh*t
So we been on this 40 with a scope
Saw them I was soaking
Where them whips and them bikes getting old I need a boat
Gucci rims, 4G Autos too you do a float
[?] these brand new whips like we the Pope n*gga!
(We them n*ggas)
[Bridge]
Hard wood chopper like a gym floor
Slice a n*gga up like Kimbo
Big Pun like a blocka go bloom blocking hit em two times and lets do it on them Waka Flockas
Fiends calling, I ain't even touched they state long SK with the knife like I'm cutting steak
All black 760 on them dinner plates white buffs black buffs b*tch we don't discriminate
Ok, my n*ggas ok bring freak hoes to the room let em' rotate
Plugged in, I can get you the Jose robbing in my robbing jeans my car look like I saved the day
Slide through on ya'll n*ggas with extended K's and pull right off in that Monte off training day
Gotta hit mouth packages candidate both for 50 b*tch now it's time to celebrate

[Verse 4: BandGang AJ]
I'm still tripping on n*ggas I heard I do it swell
And b*tch I hustle like Lonnie I'm talking buy and sell
Lost a buffs but ain't tripping sh*t I was high as hell
Third pair on these broke boys I might as well
Bro in sweats be them n*ggas riding the [?] coupes
And me and pay be them n*ggas tripping in Gucci shoes
If I ain't hit her he hit her come on you know the rules
And I ain't [?] n*gga making news
Big money, and please don't forget the BandGang n*gga
ShredGang we 60 deep we tote things n*gga
Every whip extended clip it ain't a game n*gga blue [?] red bookbag it change the game n*gga
But I'm off that let's get this money
Giuseppe soles stepping got a n*gga walking funny
5 chains on, ghetto all these b*tches on me Tru jeans, napping jeans jogging fit it's all on me
[Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
BandGang ShredGang b*tch nothing but monsters how the f*ck you n*ggas gon' try to rob the robbers
I was f*cked up, so I had to play the middle
You a lil n*gga boy your bag too little aye!

[Verse 6: BandGang Javar]
You can check my resume, Microsoft Office
I should win The Biggest Loser got them pounds off me
I got 20 in these robbins f*ck some true Jordans
Finessed the ham and I got an extra 5 on em'
ReRocked em, got an extra 5 out em'
Extended clip so I got an extra 9 out em'
[?] killas' yep pus*y should've bought a bigger chopper DD popped the trunk our turn watch the chop holler
I'm connected everywhere like a hot spot
Buffs marble I'm a walking kitchen counter top
Snatch D's I'ma put em'on the chop and block
Pimp my ride too turn yo Hummer to a drop top

[Verse 7 ?]
Ain't a n*gga and his b*tch taking sh*t off my face
Catch me slipping better broke me you ain't hitting the safe
557 six's you can talk that sh*t
I ain't got one but b*tch I could've bought 10 whips

[Verse 8: BandGang Rose]
Said she got a n*gga her boy a ham sandwich
[?] so if I don't hit the b*tch then I'm lacking
Whip cost an extra 5 I ain't wanna' drive standard
I ain't dropping hoes off make the b*tch catch a taxi

[Verse 9: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
All these hoes get excited when they see us in public
All these n*ggas get angry when they see us stunting
di*k suck when they see us walk away they mumbling
You ain't know nothing aye ya'll n*ggas' is bluffing aye
I make music for the block bleeders Glock squeezers
And this band life sh*t ain't gon' stop neither
I know the cops see us, tryna' lock my people cause' we them n*ggas making noise like a buzzer beater