Another Bando

[Intro: Boldy James]

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah (Where we at with it?)

Before we hit the bando, yeah (227)

Trap another bando, yeah (Let's get it, Mafia, what else?)

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Bro keep calling home, he just want to kick it

Brodie on the other phone wanna know the ticket

Told him hold on, had to click over on my Cricket

Trapping in the drug zone, all we know is brick it

Used to pour some margaritas, copping bows, some biscuits

Started fucking with the ether, now we on to Memphis

Brokе it down, in the D, the coke bе so expensive

On the Mile in that GT, feeling so relentless

Morgantown, West D niggas know the business

Quarter pound to a key, now he owing interest

Blowing loud in the V, windows tinted

Four thousand just to see, spent that on some lenses

Niggas start drifting me, bet they won't admit it

You don't want these, this ain't what you recommended

Remember nights, no sleep, couldn't catch a rhythm

Now everything AMG kitted on the Benzes

[Chorus]

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah

Before we hit the bando, yeah

Trap another bando, yeah

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah

Before we hit the bando, yeah

Trap another bando, yeah

[Verse 2: Jai Imani]

Me and bro was trapping to the store

Know I got my pole on me, gotta keep it close

If a nigga roll up, turn him to a ghost

Add him to the list of niggas that we had to smoke

My nigga told me that his funds low, I told him to make his gun blow

How the fuck you gon' be broke and your gun loaded?

Heard your cousin front you tons, you can't unload 'em

How we know that you the one? Your day ones told us

I remember me and Chuck, we was blunt blowing

Trying to get up out this slump, moving slow motion

Pour me up a double cup, I just love potion

Switch the flow up, that's gon' keep the cash flowing

Went from blowing on bags, now I'm bag blowing

I been back in the trap with my mack homies

I feel safe on the lab with this MAC on me

I ain't talking 'bout making no tracks brodie

Nah, I remember nights I was wishing on a star

I remember riding five deep in the car

I remember telling my niggas we finna ball

Now look at us all, cashing out on whatever we want

[Chorus]

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah

Before we hit the bando, yeah

Trap another bando, yeah

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah

Before we hit the bando, yeah

Trap another bando, yeah

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah

Before we hit the bando, yeah

Trap another bando, yeah

Let me get my cash up

They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah

Before we hit the bando, yeah

Trap another bando, yeah