Lyrics Mo Hands - Bandgang Masoe

Bodies droppin', I got niggas giving lead out
The hood so hot, before we leave we need a headcount
Was just rollin' with Boogz, he in the feds now
Rose on his way too, ain't shit to be said now
Used to like the bitch pics, she give me head now
Cut the loose ends out the clique, we tight as dreads now
My niggas JPay and callin', keepin' they heads high
Niggas say they love 'em, ain't sent 'em nothin', but gettin' high

Sharin' fries, niggas talk dumb, but ain't gon' come and try
The wrong way down a one way, somebody dyin'
We at the pros, it multiply, never divide
Them niggas hoes, they mans told, never denied it
Heard he froze, ain't good with the stick but still got it
Don't even pose, you lil' niggas was spoiled rotten
Shot out to Cali with Boog, he got me Prada shoppin'
Code word from Peezy, if I wouldn't have told, you would've never got it

How the fuck I'm broke, but if I was the action, you never got it?
They let it go, but back in the day we took the profit
They thinkin' lil' bro Chris Brown, he get it poppin'
Make niggas get the fuck down without no other option

Touch all these bands
I wish I had more hands
These niggas full of hate and jealousy
That's why I keep my tool on me
I count bands
I wish I had more hands
These niggas full of hate and jealousy
That's why I keep my tool on me, I see (I see)