Don Q - Bando lyrics

[Pre-Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my n***a through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah [Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my n***a through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah If you understand the definition of a real n***a We could chill, we could hang though, woah Gotta understand that business only business Nah n***a we can't mix it up with friends though, no This is nights in the bando, woah [Verse 1: Don Q] Nights in the bando, this ice got my hands froze Kites to the can 'til all my n***as land home Grind 'til I afford the drop, I'm working like I'm on the clock Stir it when the water hot, bag it and serve it on the spot Im just bar teasing, you could tell the squad eating Ton of cash, hundred bags, you'd think we robbed Nieman's Don season, get your b**h and your j**elry took k**ers in the courtroom, got the jury shook I let this fully cook, give a f** how a bully look They tryna figure out how much holes the back of his hoodie took Now that's the meaning of a d**h wish Fully loaded nina leave his head split Look how I'm dressed b**h, you expect me to stress sh**? Ho relax, half a stack just for the left kick A n***a living what he rhyming 'bout Lord forgive me, I let k**ers in my mama's house [Pre-Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my n***a through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah That's the lingo [Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my n***a through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah If you understand the definition of a real n***a We could chill, we could hang though, woah Gotta understand that business only business Nah n***a we can't mix it up with friends though, no Spendin' nights in the bando, woah [Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my n***a through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah If you understand the definition of a real n***a We could chill, we could hang though, woah Gotta understand that business is just business Nah n***a we can't mix it up with friends though, no This is nights in the bando, woah [Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] I know you think I'm just talking We could meet up wherever you n***as want then Got me feeling like Dre in Straight Outta Compton Got me feeling like making Straight Outta Bronx and I don't think they understand though Why my n***as moving keys like they playing pianos Baking soda on the floor when I step in the bando They think I'm Illuminati with this eye on my kenzo And the way I take your b**h I make you think it's simple When she take me to her crib, slide my dick on her dimple Guess she thought that I was rich, I was driving a rental Now im with my n***a Bubba boolin' in the Benzo Get the f** up out your feelings n***a Get some f**ing money those My brothers, if I got it they get anything from me Same Balmains every day, n***as think I'm bummy Same jeans for a week, they cost seventeen hundred, ah