Burna Bandz, Houdini - Bando lyrics

Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited
Get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches
Lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money, you know nigga I’m with it
Took some L’s, man
You don’t know the feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping
Gotta check a bag, I’m on a mission

Going crazy man I’m stuck in the kitchen
Gotta get the bread my palms are itching
Hou on the stove whipping the chicken
This life we live got
These young niggas tripping
Like why is you niggas be hating
'Cause a young nigga getting this money
This lil' cheque laid off ‘till Monday
And we still trap hard on a Sunday
And lil' bro demon
All he know is that gunplay
And I’m cooling where it ain’t safe
Running up in your crib and
I’m heading for the safe
Need a big crib for all my crodies
And some phone calls for all my hitters
Some of my bros in they cells, they sitting
Late nights gotta get it
Lil' nigga I’m on a mission
Man I’m tryna stack a million
And these bitches all in they feelings
But I ain’t tryna feel shit

Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited
Get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches
Lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money, you know nigga I’m with it
Took some L’s, man
You don’t know the feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping
Gotta check a bag, I’m on a mission

Get to the bag on a mission
They moving bait for the fishing
OG steady whipping in the kitchen
Giving me no time to listen
Tornado up in the pot
Ain’t gonna stop ‘till it lock
Remember them days had to rob
Playing the trap was my job
He say he play in the trench
But he be really asking for heads
What a flob put in the footwork a lot
I answer my phone a lot
Don’t talk loose on the lines, it’s hot
Reminder got the fish scale
No complaints on this scale
Free my bros, can’t get bailed
Get that shit off the boat sale
You know I got them zones for sale
You took a whole month you failed
Can’t make the undies trail me
Came up off the bando safely
OG’s to youngins rate me
Living NASCAR crazy
Crazy block that raised me

Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I ain’t never hated nigga just waited
Get up off my ass had to go get it
Take hella risks up in them trenches
Lord forgive us for the way that we living
Trapping out the bando, bando
I gotta make it back home, back home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
I gotta bring that bag home, bag home
For the money, you know nigga I’m with it
Took some L’s, man
You don’t know the feeling
Momma hit my phone she steady tripping
Gotta check a bag, I’m on a mission