Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
Bandingo YGNE
[Verse 1]
She out here thottin' Kendra Lust
But She wanna be treated like Cinderella
So much drip need a damn umbrella
The way yo bitch eatin' my dick up raw
I think lil shorty got Salmonella
Bitch I do this for the fans fuck a nigga mean I don't need no coachella
Thumbin' through this money like a fuckin' Bankteller
Got ADHD a nigga can't settle
Artist of the year need a fuckin' gold medal
You lightweight like a fuckin' rose petal
Yo rhymes ain't poppin' you ain't got no kettle
Need a battle somebody on yo level
[Verse 2]
I got old bread, my shit growing fungus
He ain't who they claim Christopher Columbus
Big Baby Dingo he stay Fuck Shit
Pockets Goliath my shit be humongous
Niggas gon' die if they start up some ruckus
12 killin' niggas so who serving justice
How you gon' find me the streets ain't yo compass
Semi dump, wet 'em up
He gon' need Swimming trunks
Pop yo waste, This shit jumpin'
This the type shit that help a mufuckin' midget jump
I can not wife her she ain't really did enough
She keep callin' my phone
Blocked, Denied
Heard you a turkey tryna shoot yo shot
Shot Denied
Opps despise, Blocks divide
I ain't talkin' tetris, blocks divide
You had got the game on lock but i got the wrench
She selfish as fuck she want every inch
I hit it on top while we kissing in french
She get on her knees I bust on her lip
Put em in a trunk, then drive off a fuckin' cliff
You want smoke nigga come take a hit
Fuck nigga ain't no money to split
Crash dummy that lil bitch gettin' hit
[Verse 3]
I Can't be tied down don't really know what's a lasso
He don't want smoke he allergic to tobacco
He'll start breaking out, red dots where his hat go
You say you a soldier pussy nigga I'm commando
What's a shadow to the night?
What's a fist to a knife
What's a Pig to warthog bitch take a hint
For ya face end up on a t-shirt covered in lint
Walkin' with a limp cause I fucked you up you ain't a pimp nigga
[Verse 4]
Made 15 racks sittin' on my ass
They said I'm broke I just sit back and laugh
She on my dick cause I get to bag
How you gon' hate when you jackin' my swag
Dragging my nuts
Smackin' ya slut
She throating my shit and she don't even gag
Dayuuuuum
It should be illegal twerkin' all of that ass
Zay said fuck that opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as fuck
Fuck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
Zay said fuck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as fuck
Fuck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
9 P.M. Freestyle was written by Bandingo YGNE.
9 P.M. Freestyle was produced by Trill Vice & Bandingo YGNE.
Bandingo YGNE released 9 P.M. Freestyle on Sat Jan 12 2019.