Embassy - Bandgang Lonnie Bands, SHORELINE MAFIA

Hey, hey, hey

Ron-Ron, do that shit

Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor

Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras

Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace

Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession

Huh, hold on, hey

I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe

Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh

She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me?

I just dropped my ho off at the embassy

I’ma cut a bitch off, she don’t make ten a week

You can’t make ten thousand?

Bitch, that pussy weak

Heard they payin' forty for a blue in Tennessee

Huh, I’ma grab a fiend and see if that bitch feelin' me

Hey, BandGang Mafia

We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia

Ooh, hey, nigga, BandGang Mafia

We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia

Ayy, on the Shore pourin' lines, huh

Sound like a band when you spit this hundred round

Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines

Man, it sound like a band when you spit this hundred round

Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor

Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras

Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace

Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession

Huh, hold on, hey

I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe

Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh

She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me?

I just dropped my ho off at the embassy

We gon' take them pills out the presser (Out the presser)

I just put some pistols in my dresser (In my dresser)

I’ma give her molly, she my tester (She my tester)

I’ma break her heart, I like to test her (I like to test her)

We the ones applying all the pressure (All the pressure)

Yeah, I’m walkin' 'round with my compressor (Got that stick)

I swear I kill a nigga if I’m pressured (If I’m pressured)

I just want some money, not no pleasure (Not no pussy, bitch)

Damn, lil' shawty cold in any weather (Any weather)

She runnin' up a bag, I’m finna fuck her off a Tesla (Run it up)

I just put it on the scale, we finna measure

Get it out the pot, you know I scrape out all the extras

Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor

Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras

Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace

Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession

Huh, hold on, hey

I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe

Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh

She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me?

I just dropped my ho off at the embassy

Dope on the counter, get me by the hour

Wash my dick in the sink, baby, I ain’t get to shower

I’m janky, take a nigga life for the power

I’m sellin' mid packs, hundred packs of the sour

Shred a nigga, dead a nigga

How you turn your back?

I went and fed you niggas

You a fed, wish I never met you, nigga

And you dead if I ever catch up with you

I’m with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami

BandGang countin' bands, man, motherfuck the johnnies

I’m with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami

BandGang countin' bands, man, motherfuck the johnnies

Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor

Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras

Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace

Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession

Huh, hold on, hey

I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe

Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh

She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me?

I just dropped my ho off at the embassy