
stash the glock - bandgang lonnie bands lyrics
stash the glock lyrics
[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, huh
[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
i’m a heavyweight, knock a n*gga down like i’m fury
all we know is take, n*gga, so you better tuck that jewelry
i see you lookin’ at my chain, yeah, it’s clarity, don’t try nothin’
i put it on your head like it’s charity and buy somethin’
huh, you should’ve seen these n*ggas’ face when that glock up
huh, we ain’t doin’ no attempts, n*gga, we gon’ drop somethin’
[verse 2: the godfather]
please just stash the glock if we get fl!cked ’cause i am not runnin’
fiends comin’ back*to*back, b*tch, we got the spot jumpin’
raid this b*tch last week, but they ain’t stop nothin’
poody bought me a new fully, let’s go opp huntin’
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
man, this b*tch’ll chop down a tree, i think i’m paul bunyan
when it go cl!ck, cl!ck, we spit the whole hundred
huh, boy, you better use your lil’ mind like you know somethin’
huh, when unkle 2 spit that fire, boy, he tryna tote somethin’
huh, n*ggas, they be thinkin’ with they d*ck, sic my ho on ’em
huh, in the kitchen cookin’ up a split, i mean a whole onion
[verse 4: the godfather]
whites, he just pulled up with a six, we gon’ pour somethin’
send my young dog on a hit, he gon’ go somethin’
and have a b*tch stompin’ the blade, b*tch, i know somethin’
every time i touch down in your bity, ‘nother load bomin’
[verse 5: shredgang mone]
i been stackin’ hundreds by the pile
i can spread this sh*t from la all the way to belle isle
n*ggas broke, need to throw in the towel
big five*seven wipe his nose, n*ggas think that i’m slime
[verse 6: bandgang paid will]
on my mama, i been eatin’ since a child
this hundred*round clip, it’ll drop the whole crowd
masked up when i’m whippin’, the aroma too loud
you can get them b*tches whole or we’ll break ’em all down
[verse 7: shredgang mone]
they see the drum on the drac’, they like, “wow”
he don’t die from the shots, heart attack ’cause it’s loud
i blew a hundred*some racks off them pounds
i was down on my knuckles, b*tch, look at me now
[verse 8: bandgang paid will]
drop a pin, we gon’ be out there campin’
soon as he run out, we gon’ run down fappin’
do a n*gga so dirty, he gon’ have a closed casket
don’t compare us to these n*ggas, this a different type of savage
[verse 9: bandgang lonnie bands, the godfather, shredgang mone, & bandgang paid will]
don’t compare us to n0body, y’all our mini*mes
run up on a p*ssy n*gga with these .223s
hop out with that wood swingin’, that b*tch like the major league
it ain’t a problem, we can get them things to a to z
huh, and we still gettin’ them scripts from your grandmammy
blues goin’ for thirty*five down to cincinnati
always askin’ for my fee like i’m panhandlin’
i gotta go and get this bag, i got a play in dallas
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