Hundred Ninety Bands

[Intro]

Where we at?

Bo Jack, let's get it

[Verse 1]

I been in the streets so long, my name carved in the pavement

But all my peoples dead and gone, so pardon my behavior

Click your bitch screen with the remote, ain't targeting no strangers

Start sipping lean and smoking dope, was harnessing my anger

So when they sleep, I'm wide awoke, was hard for me to shake it

I ride with DeeDee right or wrong, regardless what we facing

"Can't let these niggas do me, Bo", the heart, it couldn't take it

I rеad the statement that hе wrote, was hard for me to face it

Keep the money close, never too far for me to chase it

Did some things that tainted my soul, that part of me is sacred

I feel like Sylvester Stallone arguing with Adrian

Fifth of anejo Patron, been partying with Satan

Say I'm controlling, that's part of my narcissistic nature

Left a half a brick in the Rover, parked it on Stahelin

You catch how your hold, from the tar when we bleed the pavement

Stick at your dome, I feel like a archer when I'm aiming

Uh

[Chorus]

Roll out the red carpet at the banquet

We pulled off in a 'Rari, pulled back up in a Vanquish

Know they don't comprehend, it's hard to speak my slanguage

Left my passport in Japan, they carded me in Vegas

A hundred ninety bands, we armed and we dangerous

I put my own work in, they chargin' me for maintenance

So pay the service fee, or get murdered for free

But keep that between us, you ain't heard it from me

You ain't heard it from me

[Verse 2]

In my hood, we ain't Cripping but we rep the letter C

Used to ante up and chip in on the seven, me and B

Lost Gigi last week, I just seen him at the G

RIP my nigga E-Boy, he came to me in a dream

Told me him and Swalley cool and smiling down on me from Heaven

Then I lost my nigga Newt, at his funeral recession

Thought about my nigga Nixie, Troy, D-Boy and Roxie

R.I.P my nigga Craig, E-Lo, Tino and Moxie

Lil' Desi and Whooly caught up with Jeffery back in Cooley

Put his brother in a blender, turn that boy into a smoothie

Lil bro, you know I miss you, shit ain't been the same without you

Since you left us, we been gripping, on the gang, you know I got you

Lil Jean, tell Eric holla at my nigga Dell

Long live my nigga Krill, they found him hanging in his cell

Tell Stevie, Slick, and Tez fuck is we gon' do without 'em?

Only place for us is at the top 'cause we come from the bottom

Used to be with Freddie B and Jacquo, they caught up with his mans

Knock the meat out of his taco, that's how you take a stand

Peace my nigga Will from the Warren, my nigga E from the Ville

Chilly from Shasberry, can't forget Screech and LaVelle

A.K.A Vido Payne, I miss Sharday and Shorty

They took my nigga James out the game 'fore it even started

R.I.P to Mr. Waters, shout out to Mr. Bostic

My nigga Sneaky held it down, wasn't really with the gossip

Gang shit

[Chorus]

Roll out the red carpet at the banquet

We pulled off in a 'Rari, pulled back up in a Vanquish

Know they don't comprehend, it's hard to speak my slanguage

Left my passport in Japan, they carded me in Vegas

A hundred ninety bands, we armed and we dangerous

I put my own work in, they chargin' me for maintenance

So pay the service fee, or get murdered for free

But keep that between us you ain't heard it from me

You ain't heard it from me