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(Ayyyy Michelinn)

Gee Bandit in the bando, yeah, the nutty professor (uh)
My baby, my nina, yeah
She go right in the presser
My n***as on banger (uh)
Some of them died (uh)
Spent a couple hundred on drip
Same price for my beretta
Fly out to Cali', boy-boy we not the same
The flow I ride it, ride it (the wave)
And I'm growing with pain

Girl better watch that mouth that ain't my momma
We trappin' from the night, from the night to the sunup
Spin a block, yeah, we come 'round, like karma
Off a perc feelin' charger, [?], calamari the starters
Comin' from a broken home, I just wanted some love
Maddest thing about it fam, myself turned to drugs
When I wake up everyday, feel like movin' some mountains
I see them look up on they face, man they really they doubted
I'm flying coke across the county
Free bro had tried and doing bounty, hunting
A quick rack sell you something
Rolled the dice, I rolled a dozen
Backwoods rollin' something
Exotic Z-500
Won't chase you love my momma, even if you the bomb like Osama
Osama don't want drama, Osama don't want
They got my other heart, from the other side, that I get got me up 'till late
Gee Bandit in the bando, yeah, the nutty professor (uh)
My baby, my nina, yeah
She go right in the presser
My n***as on banger (uh)
Some of them died (uh)
Spent a couple hundred on drip
Same price for my beretta
Fly out to Cali', boy-boy we not the same
The flow I ride it, ride it (the wave)
And I'm growing with pain

It's you, off the lean I catch my moods (uh)
It's true, how they play me no fool (uh)
And I reside with those that spray the tool with no cool
Gave them my heart pay man in food
Withdraw, sippin' dilute
n***as is broke, I'm like I'm you never that
If I step with my broski, you know he better pack
She wanna see me right now, I'm like whatever man
You the one that I chose, but I won't chase you
And I ain't seen bro, f**k 12 I hate you
On the roll with stones, I'm rolling stones
In the bando cloning phones, breaking bones
To the game, my heart I sold
n***as is fake I can shut they fo'
Your love I need it when you're home by the evening
She don't know when I'm fiending
Trip and tryna be leaning
Gee Bandit in the bando, yeah, the nutty professor (uh)
My baby, my nina, yeah
She go right in the presser
My n***as on banger (uh)
Some of them died (uh)
Spent a couple hundred on drip
Same price for my beretta
Fly out to Cali', boy-boy we not the same
The flow I ride it, ride it (the wave)
And I'm growing with pain

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