BandGang & ShredGang - Outro

[Verse 1: Shredgang Strap]
Swear to god i can't get high enough
Blew a 3.5 with your bitch got her high as fuck
Gotta get these bands when you broke ain't no playing round
Main shooter, pick it up when that play down
Run up in your trap, where the bricks nigga lay down
Come back chhirping with them birds, like i'm A-town
Lil nigga it ain't shit to finesse
It's called lead work, bitch watch me run up a check
Sad to say that these nigga really fucked up
How you fucked up, speaking on other niggas fucked up
That's fucked up, you needa get yo ass fucked up
Bout 30 niggas, blue bills, white buffs, black guns
Want war, then these pussies can have it
Young dog got that drum, see him next with the cannon
Told his ass to be careful, don't get caught with the wratchet
And if he do strap his nuts on, cock back and blast it, bitch

[Verse 2: Bandgang Masoe]
We run the city, thats something niggas hate to say
Most these niggas wearing bugs, so it's only right i spray
On the 6, po' 6, damn i feel like dr. dre
Court rows, feel like niggas plotting pull out rock the K
Had a bad day, tommorow i'ma do it better
City cold, so i blew some pros on this Gucci sweater
Only bi bitches blunter, or the fucking good
Babymama say i ain't nobody think i'm Hollywood
Don't say a word to me nigga, i got hitters with me
One call, body all y'all, streeters coming quickly
Or i can call my nigga Mone and send a nigga home
All you see is nappy head shooting
Nigga fuck a comb
[Verse 3: Shredgang Mone]
Stretch anybody lil nigga, that's my favorite sport
Niggas real tough until they fight a case in court
Niggas hit the stand, shake his hand, turn his face and point
Telling on everybody cause he can't face the joint
Ayy my niggas point and then i aim
Up the chopper, let it spit, knock ya straight up out yo frame
Eat a nigga, up topper, man i gotta take his chain
Niggas think they tough, millz ate us just a ace of spades
Justa black nigga, playing these hoes like Flava Flav
Don't get on no more tip, cause i swear he a let the [?] spray
Niggas running they mouth, lil boy come and make my day
Cause talking out the fucking way, gone get yo ass blew today
Up the chopper, hit record but nah i ain't Supa Ray
Catching bodies, i'm on number 2 body for the day
Lurking Glock 40's, and my niggas ain't finna play
I'm on tip, don't be nothing but 3 or 4 a day

[Verse 4: Bandgang AJ]
Jumping in and out of shit, switch it up on 15
Watch me hit the dash on this bitch, SRT
200 buff boys, yal niggas move slow
Everything, we got it, up to debt we don't move slow
Minks to the [?],lil nigga we pull snow
And this bitch bear, hell nah i don't get cold
But Lyytes coke white like the buffs, ghost
Cutting up in that vet, this bitch ride like a ghost
Bitch we them [?] boys, buff boys and got ice in them
Every [?] young king, like Mike hit it
20 through that bam blew out nigga
Summer mines, everyday gone be a luau nigga
They ain't fucking with us, on my mama nigga we get it
SRTs to the fuck that every whip we in it
Switching lanes, never buffs and never changing
It's gonna stay the same, til i die, that's on my name
[Verse 5: Fat Dev ]
Woke up with 20, feeling like i need another 10
Bitch it's the family, all we know is fucking win
Niggas snitching they fucking the code up
Bitches tripping, when they see us in person they go nuts
Niggas pussy when we see them in person they froze up
Good ice, when you see us in person we froze up
P8 just blew the rolli, Sweats blew the rolli
Streets just left the sting and he just threw a fucking olli
And i been getting money since the hallways at Coney
Oh god we blessing bitches, got the gang feeling holy
Biggs hit [?], left with a ice chain
Rodes just hit [?] and put 20 in his frame
Paid got black buffs with ice , it ain't a thing
I would name the whole gang, but that be too many names
You will get yo ass stretched reaching for a gold chain
Like Mas i want the money, you can have this fucking fame

[Verse 6: Wytes ]
I told her roll a nigga G, cause i like the way it smell
Judge wanted 10 bands, my nigga still made a bail
Man it's so simple, one ball, we all ball
It's bandgang or no gang, we already told yal
Bout to kill the high way, cause i just got that roll call
Talking first 48, im riding with my roll dawg
[?] stuff these pills and left me zero for these phones
A thick bitch that can take dick, i swear i love these freaky hoes
Fucking with a go getter who about all pros
Gotta get that money, bitch this the green zone
6 sprites to be exact, we out here thugging in these trenches
40 when its go time, you will never catch me slipping
Niggas bout that real life, cause we out here tryna bubble
If you broke, you a ham , you either hustle or you struggle
And if the feds watching, then you pussies doing time
A deep nigga tryna ball like im andy harris
Bandgang