TheBandoBaby - Art Of War - Jay Bando lyrics
[TheBandoBaby - Art Of War - Jay Bando lyrics]
Brodie got his first strap and
Went ona killing spree
I got niggas locked for good I
Know you niggas feeling me
Feeling so trapped man it’s like I’m 6feet
Buried underground so these niggas they
Can shit on me
Dropping two tapes back to back
The streets feeling me
And you won’t ever catch me dolo
Yea my crew run too deep
Running zones like basketball nigga
This a 223 now these bitches loving me they
Really think in industry
Yea I’m flexing hunnids but I’m really
Still up in the streets
Of course I always chase the bag cuz
You ain’t catching up to me
There was times i ain’t have shit so
I just went and made it happen
Tryna dead beef wit some niggas
To avoid a casket
Brodie tried that lean once now
That nigga got a habit
All that gold we wanna rock nigga 24 carat
When I walk up in the room
Nigga yea ya vibe changed
Talking bout matching some energy
But you ain’t change
And I heard you beating on ya
Girl stealing all her change
You ain’t ever shoot no pistol you
Ain’t been to no range
So after all the damn cap how
You think we still the same
It’s crazy when ya life switch
Up and it rearrange
Paint a perfect picture nigga but
You still got no frame
You go no frame nigga you got no aim
You a clout chasing nigga do it for the fame
Do it for the fame nigga this is my game
It’s the art of War
Shorty had my heart but she
Ripped it like a carnivore
It’s an art of War
Bullets flying thru the mother fucking glass
Better stay indoors
Went ona killing spree
I got niggas locked for good I
Know you niggas feeling me
Feeling so trapped man it’s like I’m 6feet
Buried underground so these niggas they
Can shit on me
Dropping two tapes back to back
The streets feeling me
And you won’t ever catch me dolo
Yea my crew run too deep
Running zones like basketball nigga
This a 223 now these bitches loving me they
Really think in industry
Yea I’m flexing hunnids but I’m really
Still up in the streets
Of course I always chase the bag cuz
You ain’t catching up to me
There was times i ain’t have shit so
I just went and made it happen
Tryna dead beef wit some niggas
To avoid a casket
Brodie tried that lean once now
That nigga got a habit
All that gold we wanna rock nigga 24 carat
When I walk up in the room
Nigga yea ya vibe changed
Talking bout matching some energy
But you ain’t change
And I heard you beating on ya
Girl stealing all her change
You ain’t ever shoot no pistol you
Ain’t been to no range
So after all the damn cap how
You think we still the same
It’s crazy when ya life switch
Up and it rearrange
Paint a perfect picture nigga but
You still got no frame
You go no frame nigga you got no aim
You a clout chasing nigga do it for the fame
Do it for the fame nigga this is my game
It’s the art of War
Shorty had my heart but she
Ripped it like a carnivore
It’s an art of War
Bullets flying thru the mother fucking glass
Better stay indoors