Bando - Burna Bandz, Houdini

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

LO bro demon, all he know is that gunplay and I’m cooling where it ain’t safe

Running in the crib and I’m running for the safe, need a big crib for all my

crodies

And some phone calls for all my hitters, some of my bro’s 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 bro’s 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 younging’s 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