BANDO ft. Dizzy Dizzo

Okay I’m swerving through and curving all you trifling on the low
Speakers blasting out the coupe don’t represent if you too slow
All these Diamonds in my teeth and sliding through they know the shine
All these Boogers in my chain they multicolored on the slime
I don’t like no pictures
Keep that flash up off my face
Liability if you pushing me don’t put smut up on my name
Your girl begging me for these autographs
there’s a price up on my name
100 acre difference tween you and me
don’t forget I top that race

Up the score
Keep the chase up on you
Never tuning down like a running back
Ya’ll fiending for a bunch handouts
Keep a distance on you like a GPS
Aint nobody got the light of day for you triple A grade no attachments
Be like me?
There aint no mimicry
On my life this shit is way too crazy for you fiends
Tryna find another way out
It’s a leg race
Where the drinks at?
Fuck a competition
Put it on my team that we gon fuck the game up with full intentions

RUNNING UP YOUR SHIT LIKE TELEPHONE BILLS
BANDITS ON THE ROAD STILL
TRAPPIN ON THE LOW STILL
Imma turn it to a bando
To a bando
To bando
Imma turn this fucking shit into a bando
into a bando
to a bando
Imma turn this to a mother fukin

Oh my god
The bars too high
I set it up when I
Raised my hands
I touched the sky
Decimation through written word
Shit you people ain’t never heard
Fallacy in your statements
I could paint a picture with every verse
Wait
Look into my mind and see the gap that’s between you and me
Turn an embassy into a bando dont you even speak
Windows down and 808’s be drowning out my every need
This the anthem of the coup don’t you play around with the team