Lyrics Greatest Bome Back - BandGang Lonnie Bands

Free the robbers, nigga, huh
Hey
Hey

If she can pack the 'bows, curl your toes, that's a trophy
If she put you on the floor, it's on the floor for rollie pollie
Rollie strike me up a whole nine, I'm tryna hit a bogie
You ain't gotta keep your ho in line, ho, when you mack like Goldie
Concrete ya 'cross the state lines, I got that shit from Boldy
Lil' mama been, she be ventin' to me when lil' baby blow me
Bake the fish, always think with his dick, kill your Tenderoni
Sit in the bird's nest, birdbrain, before it's chicken on it
I've been in the field since tenth grade like I'm pickin' on it
Before I slam dunk this Eddie Kane, I gotta dribble on it

Make sure that somebody at the crib, want a bag unloaded
You ain't gotta sign your name for real, just put a scribble on it
Should've got a Coca-Cola deal from how I bubble from it
Rich and dangerous, that's how we live for real, this shit all Cosa Nostra
I can tell your bag light as hell, 'cause you sittin' on it
Oh my God, this bitch ass fat as hell, I can sit the pistol on it
Oh my God, that pussy good as hell, make a living from it
Put her on the scale from one to ten, that pussy in the hundreds
I'm goin' deep up in them guts, I see them ribs huffin', puffin'
I go deep and wind it up, she yell out, I can't stop cummin'

It's big Unk with the drum, niggas know I start a band up
Hit him with that 762, now he can't stand up
That's an and-one, him and his mans, niggas playin' dumb
With that pistol, I'm elite, shoot that bitch like Trae Young
Online like a box-and-one, niggas know I ain't boxin' nothin'
Only time you see me pourin' drink, is when I'm droppin' somethin'
Somethin' like a nigga favorite barber, tryna line him up (stupid)
That motherfuckin' switch go off, he ain't got time for nothin'
Slam dunk some dog food, pockets stuffed with all blues (yeah)
Never go against the fuckin' family, 'cause we all troops (dumbass)

Sayin' you gon' dog who, we'll put it on your head, nigga (stupid)
Got a backwood rolled up with all they dead niggas
Pistol in the party, bitch, I'm known to shoot the scene up
To any lil' broke-ass nigga tryna mean mug (yeah)
That glizzy come out, turn a tough nigga teacup
Sharpshooter aim with that Glock, bitch, I'm D1 (shred)