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mockinbird - bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, any n*gga fresh out the feds, i need they paperwork
any b*tch that wanna f*ck me gotta neck me first
before we cop a whole thing, we gotta drop it first
hit your town with some cocaine, this a mockingbird
lil’ ho asked me for some pape’, huh, b*tch, you got some nerves
i’ll buy a pint of drank before i buy a purse
opps gettin’ k!lled every day, they need to buy a he*rs*
i count up chicken every day like i’m makin’ jerky
better watch what you say, n*ggas get k!lled over words
catch a n*gga broad day, put his brains on the curb
made a mil’ off my macbook like a f*ckin’ nerd
every n*gga with me got dog sh*t like a f*ckin’ t*rd
who you know made fifty off a hundred pints of green?
who you know gettin’ fifty dollars off of every bean?
every time you see me, got the rocket on me like hakeem
i’m the first n*gga from my bity pushin’ a p
yeah, i got my young wild n*ggas on that blood sh*t
i’ll hit your town with meth pounds and i flood it
every time we see an opp out, man, they runnin’
yeah, they call me k.o.d, boy, ’cause i run sh*t
you ain’t never sent a hundred pounds in a luggage
you ain’t never d*ck a b*tch down and her cousin
you ain’t never shot your gun once, that b*tch rusty
if you ain’t least a five hundred up, that ain’t no money
they gave the wrong n*gga money, i don’t know how to act at all
i know you motherf*ckin’ sick, boy, you want a hall?
boy, i run this sh*t up, huh, i don’t jog
you see that white sh*t in the pot? that ain’t eggnog
and this sh*t over there in the blender? that’s that snoop dogg
i ain’t shootin’ pool with these eight*b*lls
and know the code of bangin’ blues like i’m nate dogg
conversatin’ with my migo n*gga tryna get some numbers take off
[verse 2: joyrd dame]
opps hate me ’cause i’m really active in the beef
caught him out in traffic, got to clappin’ at his tee
when you hear this drum, i ain’t tryna make a beat
hit n*ggas’ heads and i ain’t aimin’ at no feet
all them diss songs, better k!ll it
50 on the glock like i’m ridin’ with a sk!llet
last n*gga played and he end up in the ‘spital
never question dame, b*tch, i’m shootin’ off the dribble
keep one up top, i ain’t goin’ like tay
get the drop on the opps, then we slidin’ today
n*ggas better move if we found where you stay
the ar jammed up, so i’m ridin’ with k
you never shot your gun, how you got somethin’ to say?
glock 23 like i’m ridin’ with blake
it’s 5:56 when i’m shootin’ the drac’
if it’s money on your head, then we gettin’ the pape’
better have that blower when we bump into y’all
that n*gga really told, why y’all hangin’ with dog?
n*ggas turn to rats when the feds get involved
beat the watch off that n*gga when he got caught in the mall

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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