Bandino - Reloaded

Yeah, I be tellin' em, like, bitch, I be right on time, though
I be givin' niggas time to get they shit up, but fuck it, I gotta get off, though
Wok, pop, pour it in my system, now I'm loaded
Bad bitch floatin' to the crib, she gettin' folded

She don't need no BBL, that ass bloated
She a Capricorn, you know that pussy goated
Nigga do some ho shit, we gon' expose it
Peace don't bring change, violence, I promote it

I need a piece change, my jeweler bout to mold it
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, I can't fold it
I just dropped 30 on his car, he sparkin' from the rotors
Presidential on my wrist, but I ain't got no voters

She got some C-cups and up, I'm a motorboat her
No waist, and got that pretty ass face
A nigga play with me, I turn to murder like I'm Mase
They ain't have the killer on the cam, so I beat the case

Tryna blow the trans, you ridin' in a base
September 26th, my birthday, but I keep cake
Pulled up in that Cybertruck, you seen her face
Smokin' like an oven, turned her pussy to a lake

Smoke a lot of dead niggas, turned my house into a wake
He unalive , cause his ass was unaware
It get grizzly round here, don't make me turn into a bear
Only smokin' top shelf, like I'm standin' on a chair

Niggas say he got some smoke with me, it's smokin' like the air
It ain't got no taste
Yeah, this shit a marathon, but it's still a race
Told my bitch that I'm a shot creator, cause I need some space

Nickname Smorgasbord come and get a plate
Yeah, a nigga might be truant, but I'm never late

Written by:
Justin Douthard

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