Lando Bando & The Hip Hop Lab - Intro
[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
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Lando, you already know this for the gang, nigga
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Drank God
What
Yeah
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, gotta tuck the beam
Like, fuck you mean? I'll smoke a nigga like Russian Creams
Poured a pint of Trishy up, pop a couple beans
Froze Cubans wrapped around my neck, that's a hundred G
Every opp I ever had, I put a bag on 'em
'Cause we ain't stepping in no club unless that MAG on us
Ain't never walking jewelry down, you know I cash on me
I was still moving like a boss when I ain't have nothing
We was thugging in the slums and found a way to eat
I let that choppa do the talking, that's the way we speak
Put a sixty on yo head, yeah, that's a eight of green
No, I ain't going back and forth with rappers, bitch, we play for keeps
Jump off stage at every show, bitch, I'm like free the guys
[?] Ghetto Boyz and you know we the mob
A pint of Wocky in my pop, yeah, that was three a line
A thousand pills on the kitchen table, I'm with BabyTron
[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, Bando
You know what we do, nigga
Drank God
What
Gang shit, nigga
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
When I'm in the whip, I'm pushing buttons, ain't no keys cranking
Me, yo bitch, her friend, yeah, we three-waying
High as hell at Fleming's, still hungry, had to cheesecake it
I ain't gotta take the back roads, I'ma free way it
When it's money on the floor, I'm there, ain't never missed no flight
I was in the streets, came up punching, feel like Kimbo Slice
New designer site so green, now my drip so right
Lil' Tron probably would've chased you down and flipped yo bike
If it's on the floor, it's up there, yeah, it's on sight
Ain't got no job or no hustle, need to fix yo life
You ain't never went to hit a lick and had to dim yo lights
Got a cousin knock yo ass out but live the pistol life
Finna go to Beecher, iced up like I'm KrispyLife
Push cards through, punch phones, and I giffy swipe
Me and Vez laughing at y'all posts 'cause that shit be light
Bougie-ass roster, every bitch I got the picky type
You the type to lose yo last dub getting hit on dice
Running off at night? That ain't smart, stick came with the lights
Superman punch, boy, the clerk better have kryptonite
Just horsed the plug, grabbed him up and told him fix his price
Why I'm praying for the money I'ma sin for?
Closet got too much heat tucked, let's have a drip war
Unc' told me show him how to scam because his wrist sore
Wouldn't fight if you was 5'8" and I was 6'4"
Why would I do that when I got killers who let bullets fly?
I be rapping now but I still gotta jugg inside
I could up a hundred on the 'Gram, shit, why would I lie?
Secret recipe, cook it up like, look, voilà
[Outro: BabyTron]
Ha-ha, yeah
Like, look, voilà ()
Yeah, what up, Vez?
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
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Lando, you already know this for the gang, nigga
()
Drank God
What
Yeah
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, gotta tuck the beam
Like, fuck you mean? I'll smoke a nigga like Russian Creams
Poured a pint of Trishy up, pop a couple beans
Froze Cubans wrapped around my neck, that's a hundred G
Every opp I ever had, I put a bag on 'em
'Cause we ain't stepping in no club unless that MAG on us
Ain't never walking jewelry down, you know I cash on me
I was still moving like a boss when I ain't have nothing
We was thugging in the slums and found a way to eat
I let that choppa do the talking, that's the way we speak
Put a sixty on yo head, yeah, that's a eight of green
No, I ain't going back and forth with rappers, bitch, we play for keeps
Jump off stage at every show, bitch, I'm like free the guys
[?] Ghetto Boyz and you know we the mob
A pint of Wocky in my pop, yeah, that was three a line
A thousand pills on the kitchen table, I'm with BabyTron
[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, Bando
You know what we do, nigga
Drank God
What
Gang shit, nigga
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
When I'm in the whip, I'm pushing buttons, ain't no keys cranking
Me, yo bitch, her friend, yeah, we three-waying
High as hell at Fleming's, still hungry, had to cheesecake it
I ain't gotta take the back roads, I'ma free way it
When it's money on the floor, I'm there, ain't never missed no flight
I was in the streets, came up punching, feel like Kimbo Slice
New designer site so green, now my drip so right
Lil' Tron probably would've chased you down and flipped yo bike
If it's on the floor, it's up there, yeah, it's on sight
Ain't got no job or no hustle, need to fix yo life
You ain't never went to hit a lick and had to dim yo lights
Got a cousin knock yo ass out but live the pistol life
Finna go to Beecher, iced up like I'm KrispyLife
Push cards through, punch phones, and I giffy swipe
Me and Vez laughing at y'all posts 'cause that shit be light
Bougie-ass roster, every bitch I got the picky type
You the type to lose yo last dub getting hit on dice
Running off at night? That ain't smart, stick came with the lights
Superman punch, boy, the clerk better have kryptonite
Just horsed the plug, grabbed him up and told him fix his price
Why I'm praying for the money I'ma sin for?
Closet got too much heat tucked, let's have a drip war
Unc' told me show him how to scam because his wrist sore
Wouldn't fight if you was 5'8" and I was 6'4"
Why would I do that when I got killers who let bullets fly?
I be rapping now but I still gotta jugg inside
I could up a hundred on the 'Gram, shit, why would I lie?
Secret recipe, cook it up like, look, voilà
[Outro: BabyTron]
Ha-ha, yeah
Like, look, voilà ()
Yeah, what up, Vez?
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
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