Billy Bandz - All Rise

Yeah, misfit the gang what I represent
Feel like my bitch, she be heaven sent
She be the reason why I ain't come step on shit
Besides, most of this killin' it be bout some petty shit
Money, you know that I get it quick
I got a business, can't fuck with no petty bitch
All rise, I'm with the guys
We thuggin', we poppin' outside
My bitch, she holdin' my nine
Oh wait, it's a 4-5
She lovin' the way that we ride
She fucked up, she let me inside
Damn, yeah
I treat the bed and the trap like the same
I'm doin' good, man, I cannot complain
I'm flyin' solo, can't hop on this plane
Yeah, ayy
Look at these marks and these bruises from pain
You study losses, I'm lookin' at gains
Niggas get life, boy, this shit ain't no game
I'm just tryna get my bag, for real
These niggas not authentic
You try to hop up in my lane, for real
I put my dog in it
And he love to step on shit
He put his paw in it
Know this ain't no steakhouse, bitch
But I'm so raw with it, yeah
Yeah
Misfit the game what I represent
Feel like my bitch, she be heaven sent
She be the reason why I ain't come step on shit
Besides, most of this killin' it
We bought some petty shit
Money, you know that I get it quick
I got a business, can't fuck with no petty bitch
All rise, I'm with the guys
We thuggin', we poppin' outside
My bitch, she holdin' my nine
Oh, wait
It's a 4-5
She lovin' the way that we ride
She fucked up, she let me inside
I let her fuck, it's a blessing
I took a loss, I'ma win on this next one
Don't do the lows, want the best one
Nigga, I done smoked all the best drugs
I was on the road tryna make somethin
When I get back, know she give me a bear hug
Know I been gone tryna fuck somethin
Can't get attached, gotta back up
Then it's right back to the sack up
I don't feel right if I don't get my racks up
Back on the road, bout to pack up
I'm on the line, seen the tackle
Shit on my wrist, ain't no shackles
None of my niggas be cappas
If they is, then you can have em
Put em in action, see if you snatch em
All rise, I'm with the guys
We thuggin', we poppin' outside
My bitch, she holdin' my nine
Oh, wait
It's a 4-5
She lovin' the way that we ride
She fucked up, she let me inside
Damn, damn
Damn, baby, damn
Yeah

Written by:
Billy McLean

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