Baby E, HoodyBaby, Lil Wayne - Bando lyrics

(yeah, uh huh, yeah eh)

I've been trappin out the bando
Chillin' with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida raised me in the NO
Said they raised me in the NO, yeah

Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies we done came a long way
Copper catchin' cases just for
Tryna steal bologna baby E, the prodigy
AKA the greatest fuck 'em if he hate
I'm the peoples' favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I'm doing everything they probably
Never thought I could, yeah

Nothing's ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeegee
(oh)
Then I got the game from Juvie, Turk and BG
(woah) i went from wearing C-Z's
To yelling "bling-bling!"
Lord I remember when the
Birds was just "Tweety"
Hoes was wearing BEBE, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these
Hoes wasn't so freaky
Yes I remember when these
Hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin' for a nigga
I'm a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step
I knock her socks off
Then to the left, to the left
Like a southpaw
And I keep dozing off on her, off the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch
Guess who I don't need
The drophead cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It's my way or the highway
And I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out
She started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black
Act like they gothic
And these hoes act like they topics
Bitch we talk 'bout profit's

I've been trappin out the bando
Chillin' with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida raised me in the NO
Say they raised me in the NO, yeah

Bitch, I'm the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, disappear, Vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug
Bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work
So it's like I never had shit
I can't even lie
I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a choice, she want
The money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin' shows, my nigga
Rockin' O's, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby)
Chillin' with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies we done came a long way
Copper catchin' cases just for
Tryna steal bologna

Trappin out the bando
Chillin' with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah