Cosign

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Me and my nigga Lo just talked the other day
I'm like, "Can't no rapper cosign us, nigga, the streets cosigned us" (BeatGang)

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
City blackballing, bitch, we back balling
White man just called, we just pill talking, ayy
Label just called, we just mil' talking
Told they ass hold on, I'm in the jugg office
I gotta watch this bitch drivin', I'ma call you back
Twelve bands, six hours, I'm like fuck a rap
I'm on Interstate 80, nigga, fuck a trap
Your pussy ass been gettin' robbed, go and tell 'em that
I done lost my fuckin' mind, turned water to wine
In the hood pourin' lines like I can't get signed
And you sittin' on the fence like you can't get found
Once you jump in that water, boy, your ass gon' drown
Once you jump in that fire, boy, your ass gon' burn
Since you want all these problems, boy, your ass gon' learn, ayy
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Bitch, it been our turn
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Bitch, it been our turn

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, no rapper cosigned us
Nigga, the streets cosigned us
If you want us pussy nigga, come and find us
You better kill us 'fore these labels come and sign us
Ayy, ayy, niggas want to shoot us, uh
It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck
Ayy, ayy, they just mad as fuck
It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck

[Verse 2: BandGang AJ]
Still goin' hard, still rollin' up (Yeah)
Still ridin' with them sticks, still pourin' up (Bah-bah)
Still got them dubs stacked, they ain't foldin' up
Extended clip on every chopper, ain't no loadin' up (Bitch)
I'm sick and tired of these niggas and these ho games
Cop a zip, QP, or you want the whole thing? (What you need?)
Flyin' through the hood like I got road rage (Skrrt)
Freak bitch open, say she wanna fuck the whole gang (BandGang, nigga)
Six niggas with me, six niggas strapped (Yeah)
I ain't hidin', I be everywhere they book us at (For real)
Or in the hood on the block where I'm known to slap
Slidin' down on us, it ain't none of that (Naw)

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, no rapper cosigned us
Nigga, the streets cosigned us
If you want us pussy nigga, come and find us
You better kill us 'fore these labels come and sign us
Ayy, ayy, niggas want to shoot us, uh
It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck
Ayy, ayy, they just mad as fuck
It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck

[Verse 3]
I'm grimy towards niggas who're grimy towards me
I'm a real-ass nigga and I put that on P
He flashin' five bands, dog, I made that in a week
Man, that's lil pocket change, dog, that baby shit steep
Play me, you gon' make me leave you way in shit's creek
Well, the point I'm tryna make, I'ma show you shit stink
Called your bitch over, fucked her on the kitch' sink
She kept on screaming, "Big," so I made the bitch leave
The funny part about it, I ain't give her not a sleeve
She asked, but I ain't budge, ho, I need my guapanese
I'm laughin' too hard, let me see my doctor please
These funny-ass niggas got my kidney feeling weak, bitch

[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe]
Still high from yesterday, get higher today
Anything you gotta say, you take that up with the K
Niggas' labels callin' in, we don't want shit with a K
Add M's and book us flights, you might could sign us today
I got work out in these streets, if rap don't work, then I'm good
Niggas really don't respect you, might get killed in your hood
Sweats was the first under twenty to ride R's in the hood
Don't come through trippin', 'cause them killers eatin' bars in the hood
I cut work like Tapo, pay rent through five 'bows
Buy guns, won't buy clothes, not yours, them our hoes
He fucked up like typos
Rollie hitting like a light show
We don't do scams, we hate those
BandGang, ShredGang, case closed, money

[Verse 5: BandGang Javar]
Used to be a lame, that got old quick (Lame)
Hit the road for thirty days with the same shit (In Lansing)
Feds hit the spot while I was gone on some ho shit
But I jumped right back on the Mega, they ain't stop shit (Runnin')
Niggas mad, labels callin' out the blue
I could front a couple 'bows, give you a month or two
But take my kindness for a weakness, put that Glock to use
Me and Biggs run through quarters like a target booth

[Verse 6: BandGang Biggs]
Blackballin'-ass city, it's politics
Same month we got banned, I went rich, nigga, ask Rose
Five bitches all workin', they on they shit
And if them hoes get put up, they might get rich
Nigga, to start shit, these niggas know what's up
And can't a soul around this bitch say they vouched us
It's six of us and we the king of the streets
And we ain't stressin' over deals, either way, we gon' eat, nigga

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, no rapper cosigned us
Nigga, the streets cosigned us
If you want us pussy nigga, come and find us
You better kill us 'fore these labels come and sign us
Ayy, ayy, niggas want to shoot us, uh
It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck
Ayy, ayy, they just mad as fuck
It ain't even no beef, they just mad as fuck