Blowin’ Bandz lyrics

[Intro: RondoNumbaNine]

Squad!
These my real n*ggas
D. Rose, Cdai, twenty two shots!
[?]

[Hook: Cdai]

I'm blowing bands, these thots on me
Can't wife a b*tch, I'm not Homie
I just f*cked the b*tch too my f*cking brody
And we kick her out, then roll the dopey
Call the lean man, pour a four up
Moving too fast, need to slow up
She on my di*k cause I'm Glowed up
Call Rondo, gon' blow some

[Verse 1: Cdai]

I poured the four, I'm leaning now
Hit him in his chest, he leaning now
Now the police coming, I'm leaving now
I'm smoking thoink, I'm chiefing now
This b*tch seen me, she geek me down
[?] up, can't wife a hoe
f*ck the b*tch, kick her out, that's it, won't wife a hoe!
I'm in this b*tch with Rondo, run up and it's [?]
Catch his ass in traffic, while [?]
Big shells like tacos, that guapo is nacho
I hit the mall, spend some bands, Gucci shoes, I cop those!
Steve Drive, that's gang, b*tch!
Fu n*ggas they change quick
Catch a opp, I bang quick
Then go in the crib, then I change [?]!
Then I'm back out to Steve Drive
Guns out, it's real live
Man down, man down, man down, homicide!
[Hook: Cdai, sing twice]

I'm blowing bands, these thots on me
Can't wife a b*tch, I'm not Homie
I just f*cked the b*tch too my f*cking brody
And we kick her out, then roll the dopey
Call the lean man, pour a four up
Moving too fast, need to slow up
She on my di*k cause I'm Glowed up
Call Rondo, gon' blow some

[Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine]

Yeah, he call Rondo!
I'm gon' up up on this n*gga
Yeah, I up with a scope
Yeah he gone, let's go
Me and Cdai twenty shots
He got that f*cking Glock, that b*tch got a mop!
I said, damn, we gotta' get up out of here
The Jakes up on us, we gotta' get up out of here
(Ahh!) Change that f*cking gear
(Change that gear, twenty two!)
We ending n*ggas rapping careers
(We ending n*ggas lives)
We so motherf*cking savage
We will walk up on your block, let you have it
(We will walk up on your block and let it spray!)
Put you in a casket (Glahh, glahh!)
I'm shooting sh*t, no basket!
[Hook: Cdai, sing twice]

I'm blowing bands, these thots on me
Can't wife a b*tch, I'm not Homie
I just f*cked the b*tch too my f*cking brody
And we kick her out, then roll the dopey
Call the lean man, pour a four up
Moving too fast, need to slow up
She on my di*k cause I'm Glowed up
Call Rondo, gon' blow some