Greatest Bome Back lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Free the robbers, n*gga, huh
Hey
Hey

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
If she can pack the 'bows, curl your toes, that's a trophy
If she put you on the floor, it's on the floor for rollie pollie
Rollie strike me up a whole nine, I'm tryna hit a bogie
You ain't gotta keep your ho in line, ho, when you mack like Goldie
Concrete ya 'cross the state lines, I got that sh*t from Boldy
Lil' mama [?], she be ventin' to me when lil' baby blow me
Bake the fish, always think with his di*k, kill your Tenderoni
Sit in the bird's nest, birdbrain, before it's chicken on it
I'vе been in the field since tеnth grade like I'm pickin' on it
Before I slam dunk this Eddie Kane, I gotta dribble on it
Make sure that somebody at the crib want a bag unloaded
You ain't gotta sign your name for real, just put a scribble on it
Should've got a Coca-Cola deal from how I bubble from it
Rich and dangerous, that's how we live for real, this sh*t all Cosa Nostra
I can tell your bag light as hell 'cause you sittin' on it
Oh my God, this b*tch ass fat as hell, I can sit the pistol on it
Oh my God, that pus*y good as hell, make a living from it
Put her on the scale from one to ten, that pus*y in the hundreds
I'm goin' deep up in them guts, I see them ribs huffin', puffin'
I go deep and wind it up, she yell out, "I can't stop c*mmin'"

[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
It's Big Unk with the drum, n*ggas know I start a band up
Hit him with that 7.62, now he can't stand up
That's an and-one, him and his mans, n*ggas playin' dumb
With that pistol, I'm elite, shoot that b*tch like Trae Young
Online like a box-and-one, n*ggas know I ain't boxin' nothin'
Only time you see me pourin' drank is when I'm droppin' somethin'
Somethin' like a n*gga favorite barber, tryna line him up (Stupid)
That motherf*ckin' switch go off, he ain't got time for nothin'
Slam dunk some dog food, pockets stuffed with all blues (Yeah)
Never go against the f*ckin' family 'cause we all troops (Dumbass)
Sayin' you gon' dog who? We'll put it on your head, n*gga (Stupid)
Got a Backwood rolled up with all they dead n*ggas
Pistol in the party, b*tch, I'm known to shoot the scene up
To any lil' broke-ass n*gga tryna mean mug (Yeah)
That glizzy come out, turn a tough n*gga teacup
Sharpshooter aim with that Glock, b*tch, I'm D1 (Shred)