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#Bandgang #Shredgang - Outro lyrics

[Verse 1: Shredgang Strap]
Swear to god i can't get high enough
Blew a 3.5 with your b**h got her high as f**
Gotta get these bands when you broke ain't no playing round
Main shooter, pick it up when that play down
Run up in your trap, where the bricks n***a lay down
Come back chhirping with them birds, like i'm A-town
Lil n***a it ain't sh** to finesse
It's called lead work, b**h watch me run up a check
Sad to say that these n***a really f**ed up
How you f**ed up, speaking on other n***as f**ed up
That's f**ed up, you needa get yo a** f**ed up
Bout 30 n***as, blue bills, white buffs, black guns
Want war, then these pussies can have it
Young dog got that drum, see him next with the cannon
Told his a** to be careful, don't get caught with the wratchet
And if he do strap his nuts on, cock back and blast it, b**h

[Verse 2: Bandgang Masoe]
We run the city, thats something n***as hate to say
Most these n***as wearing bugs, so it's only right i spray
On the 6, po' 6, damn i feel like dr. dre
Court rows, feel like n***as plotting pull out rock the K
Had a bad day, tommorow i'ma do it better
City cold, so i blew some pearls on it's Gucci sweater
Only bi b**hes blunter, or the f**ing good
Babymama say i ain't nobody think i'm Hollywood
Don't say a word to me n***a, i got hitters with me
One call, body all y'all, streeters coming quickly
Or i can call my n***a Mone and send a n***a home
All you see is nappy head shooting
n***a f** a comb

[Verse 3: Shredgang Mone]
Stretch anybody lil n***a, that's my favorite sport
n***as real tough until they fight a case in court
n***as hit the stand, shake his hand, turn his face and point
Telling on everybody cause he can't face the joint
Ayy my n***as point and then i aim
Up the chopper, let it spit, knock ya straight up out yo frame
Eat a n***a, up topper, man i gotta take his chain
n***as think they tough, millz ate us just a ace of spades
Justa black n***a, playing these hoes like Flava Flav
Don't get on no more tip, cause i swear he a let the [?] spray
n***as running they mouth, lil boy come and make my day
Cause talking out the f**ing way, gone get yo a** blew today
Up the chopper, hit record but nah i ain't Supa Ray
Catching bodies, i'm on number 2 body for the day
Lurking Glock 40's, and my n***as ain't finna play
I'm on tip, don't be nothing but 3 or 4 a day

[Verse 4: Bandgang AJ]
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Jumping in and out of sh**, switch it up on 15
Watch me hit the dash on this b**h, SRT
200 buff boys, yal n***as move slow
Everything, we got it, up to debt we don't move slow
Minks to the [?],lil n***a we pull snow
And this b**h bear, hell nah i don't get cold
But Lyytes coke white like the buffs, ghost
Cutting up in that vet, this b**h ride like a ghost
b**h we them [?] boys, buff boys and got ice in them
Every [?] young king, like Mike hit it
20 through that bam blew out n***a
Summer mines, everyday gone be a [?] n***a
They ain't f**ing with us, on my mama n***a we get it
SRTs to the f** that every whip we in it
Switching lanes, never buffs and never changing
It's gonna stay the same, til i die, that's on my name

[Verse 5: Fat Dev ]
Woke up with 20, feeling like i need another 10
b**h it's the family, all we know is f**ing win
n***as snitching they f**ing the code up
b**hes tripping, when they see us in person they go nuts
n***as p**y when we see them in person they froze up
Good ice, when you see us in person we froze up
P8 just blew the rolli, Sweats blew the rolli
Streets just left the sting and he just threw a f**ing olli
And i been getting money since the hallways at Coney
Oh god we blessing b**hes, got the gang feeling holy
Biggs hit [?], left with a ice chain
Rodes just hit [?] and put 20 in his frame
Paid got black buffs with ice , it ain't a thing
I would name the whole gang, but that be too many names
You will get yo a** stretched reaching for a gold chain
Like Mas i want the money, you can have this f**ing fame

[Verse 6: Wytes ]
I told her roll a n***a G, cause i like the way it smell
Judge wanted 10 bands, my n***a still made a bail
Man it's so simple, one ball, we all ball
It's bandgang or no gang, we already told yal
Bout to k** the high way, cause i just got that roll call
Talking first 48, im riding with my roll dawg
[?] stuff these pills and left me zero for these phones
A thick b**h that can take dick, i swear i love these freaky hoes
f**ing with a go getter who about all pros
Gotta get that money, b**h this the green zone
6 sprites to be exact, we out here thugging in these trenches
40 when its go time, you will never catch me slipping
n***as bout that real life, cause we out here tryna bubble
If you broke, you a ham , you either hustle or you struggle
And if the feds watching, then you pussies doing time
A deep n***a tryna ball like im andy harris
Bandgang

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