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letra de bandz (feat. hbk ronny) - tré savage

gang gang
young to fame
aye

hbk
yessir
come on ron we boutta f-ck this sh-t up bro
uh
i got too many n-ggas tryna get out the trenches
i got too many n-ggas tryna run up them digits
i got too many n-ggas tryna run after b-tches
but when you realize they don’t care bout you
you gon get to business
i’m with tehron catar and yeah we cater this b-tch
i ain’t from atlanta yu know i gotta watch my six (watch my back)
shoutout, zone 6
my n-gga we don’t miss,
we unload the whole clip,
we making him homeless

me, and my n-ggas
we countin, bands
50’s, 100’s, any, cents
ulysses grants, and them benjamins
you know my pockets full of f-cking dead presidents
we pull up, we shooting, on ya residents, (yessir)
last year we pulled up and we haven’t seen them ever since,
got n-ggas posted in the trap, we got many men,
don’t mess with us or we’ll put you in some permanent zen,
just went and spent a couple k on some new louis, (3k)
drove past my old hood my now n-ggas acting like they knew me,
i see right through all the blasphemy, man this sh-t ain’t new to me,
when we young all you n-ggas was out here steady booing me,

i got too many n-ggas tryna get out the trenches
i got too many n-ggas tryna run up them digits
i got too many n-ggas tryna run after b-tches
but when you realize they don’t care bout you
you gon get to business
i’m with tehron catar and yeah we cater this b-tch
i ain’t from atlanta yu know i gotta watch my six, (watch my back)
shoutout, zone 6
my n-gga we don’t miss,
we unload the whole clip,
we making him homeless
(we love you hbk ronny)
i came from nothing
now i’m all in ya face with 100’s
being broke is a joke so i laugh and it’s funny
i want some 100’s and 50’s and 20’s
anything less than a n-gga don’t want it
she giving me brain now she is a dummy
i’m with the gang pull up and i’m dumping
this choppa got kick would of thought it was punting
light a b-tch up would’ve thought it was sunny
got me crip walk-in my pockets blue 100’s
put some bands on ya head it’s a wrap like a mummy
we leaving you dead and act like we did nothin,
the beam on it red better turn and start runnin
you ain’t talkin bout bands ima end the discussion
red dot to his head leave him dead when we bussin
i came to the crib to get head ain’t no cuffin
when i am mad i see red i ain’t blooding
green comin outta my pockets is p-ssin
run up my bands real fast i’m rushin
extort a lil n-gga for cash i’m rushin
pour purple ghost out the cup now it’s flooded

- tre savage

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