Songtexte Bando - Mar

We were whipping shit in the bando
Yeah man they don't know how we coming
Uh
We were whipping shit in the bando
Why you acting tough get your man smoked
Jugging, hitting licks I was dead broke (I was)
Shit was getting rough I coulda let go
Somebody gotta lose we can't all win
If I gotta choose then you offin'
Got her Jimmy Choo now she ballin'
In my Christian Loub I be stompin'
I'm rocking that Balenciaga, got me some Christian Dior (Dior)
And
I ain't ever had Prada, I was rocking Diadora (On god)
Uh
Mama told me that she proud of me
I got these haters sick I know they tired of me
Yeah
They envy me I know they want my spot
Pull up in a Bentley and drop the top
They say that they bout it they talk a lot
Cause when it come to it, don't walk the walk
My shooters don't flinch taking off your top (Top)
I just wanna get rich, get mom off the block (Block)
Wanna show mama a better day
Gotta invest in some real estate
All my shooters in a solid state
Run up on us and we let it spray
Run up on my slatts damn you must be laced (Laced)
Business always fast like we running late (Late)
Forgiato wheels they help me skrt off (Skrt)
You a goofy that I never heard of (Never)
Messing with my shooters they might hurt ya (Brraa)
Yeah messing with my shooters it's a murda
We were whipping shit in the bando
Why you acting tough get your man smoked
Jugging, hitting licks I was dead broke (I was)
Shit was getting rough I coulda let go
Somebody gotta lose we can't all win
If I gotta choose then you offin'
Got her Jimmy Choo now she ballin'
In my Christian Loub I be stompin'