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Artiste : BandGang Lonnie Bands
Titre : Old Heads
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Veeze]
Young nigga servin´ ´round the city just like old-head

Young nigga ballin´, throwin´ money while the hoes dance
If this shit don´t work, I´ma just go hit the road again
My young niggas tweakin´, strikin´ shit like bowling pins
Playing with that young boy, never goin´ broke again
I´m an asshole, fucked that bitch, never spoke again
Same bitch I be usin´ for the head, y´all be holdin´ hands
Brown squares just like cereal, it ain´t Golden Graham
Lil´ bro, I been passed three hundred bands, you a grown kid
If I add up what I spent on lean, that´s your whole deal

I got bullets that could go through vests in the whole clip
If I take your bitch and buy her Prada, it´s that ho shit
Look inside my cup, that bitch so red, it´s that roadkill

[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey
The Fetty Wap sky-high, the ice on a clearance sale
My white boy be so high, he always lookin´ Paris Hil´
We ain´t with no drive-by, we let choppers fishtail
I´m always throwin´ fish fries, surrounded by them sharks and whales
Man, the K bullets flip out like they doin´ cartwheels

They mad I ain´t get tricked out, man, I´m really hard to kill
I used to sell a bitch mouth, now it´s all drug deals
Got a million-dollar house, still posted where the thugs is
Be cautious what come out your mouth, I leave it where your 1s is
My dick stay in your bitch´s mouth, I love that lil´ drunk bitch

[ShredGang Mone]
The dope strong as Hulk Hogan, bitch doin´ body slams
Draco kick-kick like the new Karate Kid
Punks tryna talk to me, they ain´t even bodies in
We just got a new drop, know we tryna lock it in
FNs and Dracos, lawyer get the case closed

Blue pills in the backpack, explorin´ like Diego
No fly zone, don´t fly on me, ain´t a place I can´t go
Nigga speak on Paid Will, you know we hit his Kangol
His hat, FN hit the front, came out the back
If we spin a nigga block and miss, you know we comin´ back
Niggas know me in the streets for havin´ Drac´ with drum attached
If we get a nigga dropped, we put a hundred on his ass