OneShotAce - Bandwagon

Fuck niggas worried but me for?

Why they all in they feelings, know that if I start it I finish Hang out of the whip like on menace
We standing on business, I ain't get far off opinions cause niggas was telling me shit just to keep me from winning
Feds took my bro in the system, we know that they ratting They rodents we catch em , good riddance Better live life by the minute, cause any day could be your limit
But I know they be hurting when they
seeing that we up now weez came home, touched down with a bust down Plus your little bitch want me take her out to lunch now Probably Would've hit, but the pussy smell like Kung Pao Thinking its a game, I send em on a mission, right around your way they spin like New Edition
Shit got real everybody jumped ship, you ain't family by loyalty, then I don't' owe you shit

Put some bread on ya head, now ya man dead Now they wan jump on the bandwagon
When they dick ride I can't stand that, you ain't apart of the fam, well then stand back we get to Stacking this money like sandbags, write a check on this bloc we'll clear that Heard you say its A1 where the stamp at Shit that I got in the mail look like Anthrax

They treat me like I'm a threat, Imma wear that
Just know it came with a check, like your Air Max
If it ain't money, I'm deaf I don't hear that
Forty will pop hit his face like a airbag
Tryna put One in that pussy, like Tampax
Thirty feel like the club how it's jam packed, bro don't wrestle his gun he just slam that You must know me or something, what you staring at?
Niggas gotta be buggin', shit we do out of your budget
We flex when we pop out in public
I'm looking like money, I was 15 back in 2010 running round with a blic
I ain't learn how to dougie
Brody said fuck all that talking shit, he bout to put niggas up just to show me he love me
Whether its him, or its buddy, whoever he catch it get ugly

Put some bread on ya head, now ya man dead Now they wan jump on the bandwagon
When they dick ride I can't stand that, you ain't apart of the fam, well then stand back we get to Stacking this money like sandbags, write a check on this bloc we'll clear that Heard you say its A1 where the stamp at Shit that I got in the mail look like Anthrax

Written by:
Aaron Hinnant Kelsey

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