ILLFIGHTYOU - BANDAID lyrics

[Khris P] Yo Ya Ya Bandaid Bandaid, Don't get your head sprayed Here we go [Verse 1: Khris P] Okay my skate hi's scuffed and blooded Thuggin' no discussion Dustin' off my dirty dungees, you ain't buckin' you just bluffing I can't stand these n***as I can't stand, I'm too tipsy Take a xanny, gettin bold, zombie mode my whole mental New weed smell like pumpkin, smoking Ashin' Kusher Kusher made her booty talk, I pulled her at the function My fung shui so abstract like Pica**o on the lean Got purple lung and purple tongue been coughing up codeine Molly still popping, ammunition still loaded Lohan's in my hotel room with coke all in they noses Know you f**ing with them hoes, n***a. All my goose is golden Like the Rolex time piece frozen, I ain't got it I'm just hoping I need 20 bands Which one y'all n***as holding? Chevy dripping and soaking, the license plate for promotion ILLFIGHTYOU all caps & bolded Yelling it through the sunroof f** n***as I don't know too, and I don't think I'm supposed to [Hook: Ugly Frank] I'm hollering f** Y'all Hoes I get my money, popping xanny after xanny for this check I leave you bloody Hollering f** Y'all Hoes I'm getting paper I don't show no f**ing love I get my nut I see you later Baby, f** Y'all Hoes That's on my life, that's every day that I'm alive, that I'mma ride if my n***as need it f** Y'all Hoes Let's get this money (x3) [Verse 2: Ugly Frank] Baby, looking at you is like looking at a brand new bowl of pudding Switch my slang, swear them police on my dick I had to change my name, swear them police on my dick My b**h be holding my chopper, swear she think she the sh** She keep my work in the panties, them city workers can't stand me I'm trying to swerve a Ferarri and get the f** out this Jeep I whip the work 'til it's rocky, sorry my partners gon' eat I f** yo b**h with no condom, went from apartment to townhome Make 20 K in Seattle, blow 20 K in Toronto Have that K on my hip and flamers to straight flips what's popping Popping pellets at pussies, pistols decay any problems p**y, power, respect, I got it Come with this TEC, I'm wilding out with my partners, you p**y n***as can't stop us I'm hollering scroll through yo closest circle, who really about it n***as jump out the bushes, you f*ggots looking surrounded p**y, power, respect, I got it Come with this TEC, I'm wilding out with my n***as, you better call my connect [Hook] [Verse 3: EvergreenOne] Okay I really think I might need some help My shotty talks, reloads itself I walk around, with a chip on my shoulder I do it myself, don't need no one else I pop the top back Roll the windows all the way down Got a couple blunts, don't f** with chumps, I get my work off by the pound Ay yo, I ride around with my cousin That big truck and we buzzin Got that full clip and we dumpin, bucking shots mashin' yo pumpkin b**h All my peoples gon hit those licks Won't save a ho but I shave a brick Cookin' dope in my oven mitt, my homie hip, just might f** yo b**h Holy sh**, we goin ham Stick ya up for like 20 bands, and we whip around in that minivan Playing kick the can with yo b**h's head Walking dead when Im off that blow, I'm off the grid when I move by boat I travel light, and I live the life And I taught my eyes just to follow gold All y'all just fake hoes, that's shots fired, no paintballs Handle my biz on pay phones, I hate y'all, this real life This real life, b**h, b**h, this real life