(Chorus)

In the bando

Nothing cookin but the pryex

Flipped' you like a quarter could just get you vanished

Heard these niggas started talking to the poo

Baby I'm OT, everything gotta stay on the low

Gimme Dat

You niggas ain't trap

Its all cap, bottoms up

You had it down

Fuck with the gang its silence rounds

Finessed the plug for all his pounds

Mèrcy slides ain't going back

I ain't here for the talks

Take me straight to the racks

Is that your bitch I broke her back

Don't fuck with me cause you'd get clapped

(First Verse)

I had nothing I was eating on leftovers

Homie check me right because my heart got colder

Lost my bro up in the streets I can't stay sober

If we catch em lacking we gonn run em over

Uh uh

I need my P's all gone

Drippin in Louie Vuitton

Had to go get some bands up

Couldn't be broke for long

Put young Cuz in the traphouse

Swear I turned it into a cash house

Slept on me where your cash at?

I was in the field while you on snapchat

(Bridge)

Don't you worry

Don't you watch whats on my plate

It was time to feast, some niggas startin moving ways

Told her stay, come and fuck a nigga

I'm making plays, she suckin and ridin ontop a nigga

(Chorus)

In the bando

Nothing cookin but the pryex

Flipped' you like a quarter could just get you vanished

Heard these niggas started talking to the poo

Baby I'm OT, everything gotta stay on the low

Gimme Dat

You niggas ain't trap

Its all cap, bottoms up

You had it down

Fuck with the gang its silence rounds

Finessed the plug for all his pounds

Mèrcy slides ain't going back

I ain't here for the talks

Take me straight to the racks

Is that your bitch I broke her back

Don't fuck with me cause you'd get clapped

(Second Verse)

I get the bag, don't need to brag

In the club steady poppin them tags

Gotta keep 6, I ain't rockin wit feds

Gotta the bando recipe I call it the meds

They say money change a nigga

Rather have it then go beg a nigga

Down on my lonely

Had to get it never can I wait on niggas

OT trappin till the mornin

These niggas ain't on it

NO days off, Yeah i'm all in

Hoopti filled up with some chronics

On the road for like 6 weeks

Double the bag on my 6 streaks

Brosik got me till its 6 deep

Let these pussy niggas know its repeat

(Bridge)

Don't you worry

Don't you watch whats on my plate

It was time to feast, some niggas startin moving ways

Told her stay, come and fuck a nigga

I'm making plays, she suckin and ridin ontop a nigga

(Chorus)

In the bando

Nothing cookin but the pryex

Flipped' you like a quarter could just get you vanished

Heard these niggas started talking to the poo

Baby I'm OT, everything gotta stay on the low

Gimme Dat

You niggas ain't trap

Its all cap, bottoms up

You had it down

Fuck with the gang its silence rounds

Finessed the plug for all his pounds

Mèrcy slides ain't going back

I ain't here for the talks

Take me straight to the racks

Is that your bitch I broke her back

Don't fuck with me cause you'd get clapped