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(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up) (Bando, bando) (It's the bando setting) (Palace, what you cooking?) (Bando) This the bando setting One call, yeah, the gang gon' get it Let it dry, yeah, the timer set it Yeah, the burner press it Uptown I send it Big bands I get it It's big drip don't stress it Trappin' ain't dead, fuck boy get the message If I say it, I meant it County lines bro held up a sentence Four years, I shed raw tears Hottest on the block, ain't been a full year And I'm still up in the bando, bando, bando settings It's just me and thе bank bro Sippin' lean, lean Just had a lean drеam, ok, and it's fuckin' wit' my kidneys And she ain't feeling me, I be like, "bitch please" I got a rack for everybody seen from sixteen, uh We don't drive in the kitchen, we whip Letras de cancionesImma slide wit' my drillers, don't slip Country boy, imma take me a trip I was young, I was young, so much I had missed [?] days back, wit' some stupid drip, uh Foreign whip, I ain't cruisin' it She know the vibe, it's GeeYou, I ain't new to this, uh Uh, I ain't new to shit, nah This the bando setting One call, yeah, the gang gon' get it Let it dry, yeah, the timer set it Yeah, the burner press it Uptown I send it Big bands I get it It's big drip don't stress it Trappin' ain't dead, fuck boy get the message If I say it, I meant it County lines bro held up a sentence This the bando setting One call, yeah, the gang gon' get it Let it dry, yeah, the timer set it Yeah, the burner press it Uptown I send it Big bands I get it It's big drip don't stress it Trappin' ain't dead, fuck boy get the message If I say it, I meant it County lines bro held up a sentence Yeah, two fiends died one night, ask brodie I watched Mark die right next to Diana like Dodie, yeah Look in my face, look in my eyes, and you see scars I whipped a whole half and put it in my arse If the town don't know you, tell you now Puttin' one up on this pipe, blast from the past 29, wife'd a French girl I'm in the kitchen wit' a white girl, not the next girl, nah, nah Blueprint and I spent shells Four, five, three, eight, yeah we sent hell, yeah, yeah That nigga got a gold watch, I got a word collection Front a minute, she climb on, erection Yeah, MAC-11 for the tension Killers wit' me and they sober, no aggression Man unconscious, pray to Allah boy Got a mini AK for my Iraq boy, yeah, yeah You how, it aired, if we got stopped boy R8 shittin' on a fuck boy, yeah, yeah This the bando setting One call, yeah, the gang gon' get it Let it dry, yeah, the timer set it Yeah, the burner press it Uptown I send it Big bands I get it It's big drip don't stress it Trappin' ain't dead, fuck boy get the message If I say it, I meant it County lines bro held up a sentence From Letras Mania