B*jack - Bando Lyrics

Runnin to da bag
Run it back
Run it back
Buss a pack
Buss it down at the bando (okay!)
F*ckin' on a bitch while she on her hands and knees wylin from the back nigga
That's commando (Okay!)
Got a bitch bad
Got these niggas so mad
Most of my old hoes turned fans tho (Okay!)
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Runnin to da bag
Run it back
Run it back
Buss a pack
Buss it down at the bando (Okay!)
F*ckin' on a bitch while she on her hands and knees wylin from the back nigga
That's commando (Okay!)
Got a bitch bad
Got these niggas so mad
Most of my old hoes turned fans tho (Okay!)
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Niggas talkin shit
Found a bitch real quick
Then I gotta dip
Then I hit a f*ckin lick
Then I got rich
F*cked off ona couple bans splurgin ona bitch
Yea then I had to slide
All my niggas ride
Know a couple Gs and I know a couple slimes
Nigga think he big but he jus a lil guy said these niggas think they big
But they just the middle guy
And I really go ape
Really rock bape
Niggas talk shit but I see thru da hate
Niggas talk it cool but I know that shit fake
When I pop out to the club all these bitch on my dick
And you know jus what it do
We gone keep it cool
Imma make her sang make her sang when I'm thru
Imma make her sang make her sang when I'm thru
Imma keep a thang me thang on me too, Okay!
Runnin to da bag
Run it back
Run it back
Buss a pack
Buss it down at the bando (Okay!)
F*ckin' on a bitch while she on her hands and knees wylin from the back nigga
That's commando (Okay!)
Got a bitch bad
Got these niggas so mad
Most of my old hoes turned fans tho (Okay!)
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Runnin to da bag
Run it back
Run it back
Buss a pack
Buss it down at the bando (Okay!)
F*ckin' on a bitch while she on her hands and knees wylin from the back nigga
That's commando (Okay!)
Got a bitch bad
Got these niggas so mad
Most of my old hoes turned fans tho (Okay!)
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
I know u can't handle
Do try to dismantle
Got flavors of bitches mix codeine w Fanta
Take us a trip and we land in Havana
I'm droppin the dick of with ease like I'm Santa
You niggas wouldnt make it don't know what it takes
Watch out for them rats and watch out for them snakes
Stay solid young nigga don't talk to them jakes
A hungry lil nigg I want it I take
I jumped off the porch now I'm all in da mix
Addicted to cash I need me a fix
Pack jump out da gym like it play for da knicks
Lil jawn by my side she as bad as it gets
3 racks in da whip and that's all of a play
I'm countin up it make my pain go away
I'm hit they dope yea I'm flyin away
They thought it was luck but nah I'm here to stay, yea
Runnin to da bag
Run it back
Run it back
Buss a pack
Buss it down at the bando (Okay!)
F*ckin' on a bitch while she on her hands and knees wylin from the back nigga
That's commando (Okay!)
Got a bitch bad
Got these niggas so mad
Most of my old hoes turned fans tho (Okay!)
Lotta this shit ya can't handle
Lotta this shit ya can't handle