[Chorus]

Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing

I'm flying

Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets

I'm trying

Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn

By a lion

If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport

We're flying

[Verse 1]

Sweet ones weren't showing no love

I was bruck, stuck in the mud

What was I thinking? Keeping my distance

Now that I realised money make man move different

Windows tinted, driving an old school whip, it's vintage

Brand new G-lock, told bro "Chill"

This time, I don't need no assistance

She wanna come on a ride in the X5

Give her the keys for a test drive

It's cool, she's living hеr best life

She knows thеy don't make P round them sides

Still jump out gang on the main road

In case there won't be a next time

Still dip and skrr on the back street

Gotta lay low from the fed lights

[Chorus]

Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing

I'm flying

Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets

I'm trying

Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn

By a lion

If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport

We're flying

[Verse 2]

Look, they keep saying I'm anti, but no new friends, just family

And that's feds in the back, so I told my akhi to the right, "Divert to a plan B"

I can't make you mine, if you hold this shh, I can show you what you can be

And I hit it from the back so good, when she stood, had her walking round like Bambi

I don't care if he's short or lanky, still get touched same way with the rambzy

And my brudda likes flicks and ZK's so much, had to nickname him Stanley

The beef gets fried, that's scampi

Still dishing out sweets, no candy

And you paid too much for that box, shoulda rang me, know I got that TT ammi

[Chorus]

Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing

I'm flying

Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets

I'm trying

Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn

By a lion

If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport

We're flying

[Verse 3]

Don't pop up at random

Turn a man ghost while I'm sat in the Phantom

Bando settings, K-Trap is the anthem

Niggas wanna talk but they're not bout the action

Fly uptown, drop P's on some fashion

Flick it in sport, I'ma slap with no traction

Chatting online, tryna get a reaction

Break down these birds, we dish out these fractions

Come country, we're comfy

Stones in my watch, now your girl wanna fuck me

Chopped down the dots and I nicknamed it Stumpy

Pull up to shows, got the crowd moving jumpy

Oh wait, what's that?

When your bro got hit and you didn't ride back

Now you're talking online, you're a bitch or a yat

If you want some revenge then you know we're at

[Chorus]

Bando living, mum asked why I've been missing

I'm flying

Poverty driven, still buying lottery tickets

I'm trying

Diamonds all on the gang and the jeans look torn

By a lion

If I see feds, of course I'll flick it in sport

We're flying