Chedda

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
BandGang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Can't worry 'bout the next, I had to get me together
Dropped out of high school and had to get me some cheddar
Used to come back from that road with a twenty or better
Twenty-two up in this Glock, I don't rock no Beretta
Ain't where I want to be, hell nah, I can't let up
All these wannabes, hell yeah, I'm fed up
My dawg got 25, told him keep his head up
I'm just focused on the prize, I'ma stack this bread up
This bitch just wanna fuck, I told her pull her pants up
I told the bitch hut, hut, throw them bands up
I told my hitter puff, puff, he rolled your mans up
Boy, you better hush hush if we get jammed up
I'm tryna dunk on your bitch and get the and-one, ayy
I love a brown skin and a red one, ayy
Baby, put your hand out, don't put your legs up, ayy
Baby, don't run your mouth, run the bands up, ayy
Came with the hitman, don't you act tough
This hundred round'll make 12 call backup
This dope dick'll make a bad bitch act up
I make her bust two tricks, tell her trap up, hoo

[Verse 2: BandGang Javar]
New bitch badder than a spoiled kid
She got bags that cost more than most niggas' crib
The way you rap I would've swore y'all was living big
On Google Maps like, "Don't tell me that's where dawg live"
You lactose intolerant, ain't gettin' no cheddar
That's why his bitch choosin' and I just met her
I ain't trickin', bitch, you know better
Drive this rental out of town and get your own cheddar
10 in the morning, he on the internet typing
He big mad, found out I had his bitch swiping
You know my pieces hittin' like we in the store fighting
Tank, oh, let me stop before they come and re-indict me

[Verse 3: Drego]
Man, I ain't gon' lie, we ain't gon' talk about indictments
A nigga talkin' brazy, dawg, I don't condone fighting, ayy
You driving for the gang, gotta have your license
I ain't gon' lie, the sticks around me ain't licensed
I swear to God, I'm so focused just like Adderall
That AR clip look like Sparta, let's play basketball
The big drake knock down a park, it's Jurassic, dawg
I don't show no signs of fear, I'ma blast it, dawg
Tuh, what you wanna do?
I might dress up like a bitch like Juwanna do
And creep up on your ass, boy, and shoot a shot or two
I was taught to play the game just like Papi do
Yeah, nigga, stay workin', I like the revenue
But I'll still put your ass by the reverend too
Swear the streets took my heart just like Kevin
That's why I always keep my weapon