Bando — текст песни

When your homie got hit up I heard you ran on 'em

All that shit you talk you better stand on

If you a real boss then put your mans on

Long live the streets, RIP Bando

They shot your partner in his face and you just left him to die

Long live Streetz blood my brother pass I ain’t cry

Real recognize real, fake niggas disguise

.223's and .556's serve them bitches like pie

If you a real deal boss then put your mans on his feet

OTV and 30 Deep, six true what I bleed

Long live Royce, bro what the fuck I had to add to my sleeve

You showed me everything I know I just can’t wait till we link

Meechie died and Bando died I can’t win for lose

Fuck the weed I’m sipping lean, all the percs I abuse

My lil brother catching bodies and he thinks its amusing

Woody told me cats and put my all in this music

When your homie got hit up I heard you ran on 'em

All that shit you talk you better stand on

If you a real boss then put your mans on

Long live the streets, RIP Bando

Still pack the heavy metal, carry cutters like some groceries

They say I’m acting ghetto, I’m from the gutters its apart of me

They took my blood brother on that day they took a part of me

Phone call to my mother had to tell her that somebody killed my brother was the

hardest thing, up at night could hardly sleep trying maintain and I took my

main niggas

Taking extra Percocets overdose on painkillers cause I’m hurt

Went to Cali in the valley you were shopping for some work

Bitch if I was with you out in Cali you’da never got merked

I used to ride with my nigga now he riding in the hearse

They say blood thick as mud, that’s some shit you can’t forget

And just because you call me cus' don’t mean that you my crip

When your homie got hit up I heard you ran on 'em

All that shit you talk you better stand on

If you a real boss then put your mans on

Long live the streets, RIP Bando