Woo
ITS RAVER!
Woo
Woohoo
9 am in the bando
Man still doin up bits
I just whipped that ting
In the pyrex jurrr
Now am tryna bag it in bits
I paid for the whole ting
Man didn't didn't get it on tick
I got beef wiv ma old plug
So now am tryna take his shit
Late night in the trap house
Doing up hours man don't sleep
Could've went and got me a couple brainers
But am out here tryna chase this queen
Late night in the trap house
Doing up hours man don't sleep
Could've went and got me a couple brainers
But am out here tryna chase this queen
And that's for trophies
Niggas ask why I roll with the thingy
That's big man rambo leggin
Back it out and shit gets sticky
And that's for trophies
Niggas ask why I roll with the thing
That's big man rambo legg
If I back it out the shit will stick
And that's for my babies
I put that on my life It's real
I ain't tryna go jail
If I back it out then shit gets real
Am up in north
Smoking ona loud that's real
Got girls ringing my phone
Tryna get the D Like...?
But I ain't inna no convo
I just wanna beat
Ma nigga said am like headie
Cos I got these bad bs come to the niz
I ain't inna no convo
I just wanna geet it
Ma nigga said am like one
Cos I got these bad bs come to the bando
They hit my brodi with a 3
Got me all stressing like
Tryna lock up all my gs
There's not much left on the street
It's just me and older bros
Couple of my white dons gs
And I swear my nigga just landed
Prey that he doesn't go back in
On the phone T
Talking about business
Same day my nigga got shifted
We had shit that needed releasing
Now am tryna pattern up work
So mans tryna go OT
I still got stress on my mind
Coz am dealing snakes and pigs
Alla these nittys keep ringing
I come like the ice cream man
When I scrr round there wiv the ting
That's packs On packs!
On packs!
I don't do banking the only time bank
Is when I plug that grub
I hope I don't see ascarr
When I pull up and I bust that shot
Still late nights in the bando
They took my nigga M of roads
Who's next that's gotta go
Got me looking over both of my shoulders
Moving paro
And I ain't tryna end up in the station
So I gotta low
Got tings up kway for the vacat
When ever shit hot
Might go up there for a holiday
Yu ain't gotta c me till the weekend
Oiii
Oiii
Woohooo
Yu ain't gotta c me till the weeks ends
Raver Artist - 9am in Da Bando Lyrics
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Woo
ITS RAVER!
Woo
Woohoo
9 am in the bando
Man still doin up bits
I just whipped that ting
In the pyrex jurrr
Now am tryna bag it in bits
I paid for the whole ting
Man didn't didn't get it on tick
I got beef wiv ma old plug
So now am tryna take his shit
Late night in the trap house
Doing up hours man don't sleep
Could've went and got me a couple brainers
But am out here tryna chase this queen
Late night in the trap house
Doing up hours man don't sleep
Could've went and got me a couple brainers
But am out here tryna chase this queen
And that's for trophies
Niggas ask why I roll with the thingy
That's big man rambo leggin
Back it out and shit gets sticky
And that's for trophies
Niggas ask why I roll with the thing
That's big man rambo legg
If I back it out the shit will stick
And that's for my babies
I put that on my life It's real
I ain't tryna go jail
If I back it out then shit gets real
Am up in north
Smoking ona loud that's real
Got girls ringing my phone
Tryna get the D Like...?
But I ain't inna no convo
I just wanna beat
Ma nigga said am like headie
Cos I got these bad bs come to the niz
I ain't inna no convo
I just wanna geet it
Ma nigga said am like one
Cos I got these bad bs come to the bando
They hit my brodi with a 3
Got me all stressing like
Tryna lock up all my gs
There's not much left on the street
It's just me and older bros
Couple of my white dons gs
And I swear my nigga just landed
Prey that he doesn't go back in
On the phone T
Talking about business
Same day my nigga got shifted
We had shit that needed releasing
Now am tryna pattern up work
So mans tryna go OT
I still got stress on my mind
Coz am dealing snakes and pigs
Alla these nittys keep ringing
I come like the ice cream man
When I scrr round there wiv the ting
That's packs On packs!
On packs!
I don't do banking the only time bank
Is when I plug that grub
I hope I don't see ascarr
When I pull up and I bust that shot
Still late nights in the bando
They took my nigga M of roads
Who's next that's gotta go
Got me looking over both of my shoulders
Moving paro
And I ain't tryna end up in the station
So I gotta low
Got tings up kway for the vacat
When ever shit hot
Might go up there for a holiday
Yu ain't gotta c me till the weekend
Oiii
Oiii
Woohooo
Yu ain't gotta c me till the weeks ends
ITS RAVER!
Woo
Woohoo
9 am in the bando
Man still doin up bits
I just whipped that ting
In the pyrex jurrr
Now am tryna bag it in bits
I paid for the whole ting
Man didn't didn't get it on tick
I got beef wiv ma old plug
So now am tryna take his shit
Late night in the trap house
Doing up hours man don't sleep
Could've went and got me a couple brainers
But am out here tryna chase this queen
Late night in the trap house
Doing up hours man don't sleep
Could've went and got me a couple brainers
But am out here tryna chase this queen
And that's for trophies
Niggas ask why I roll with the thingy
That's big man rambo leggin
Back it out and shit gets sticky
And that's for trophies
Niggas ask why I roll with the thing
That's big man rambo legg
If I back it out the shit will stick
And that's for my babies
I put that on my life It's real
I ain't tryna go jail
If I back it out then shit gets real
Am up in north
Smoking ona loud that's real
Got girls ringing my phone
Tryna get the D Like...?
But I ain't inna no convo
I just wanna beat
Ma nigga said am like headie
Cos I got these bad bs come to the niz
I ain't inna no convo
I just wanna geet it
Ma nigga said am like one
Cos I got these bad bs come to the bando
They hit my brodi with a 3
Got me all stressing like
Tryna lock up all my gs
There's not much left on the street
It's just me and older bros
Couple of my white dons gs
And I swear my nigga just landed
Prey that he doesn't go back in
On the phone T
Talking about business
Same day my nigga got shifted
We had shit that needed releasing
Now am tryna pattern up work
So mans tryna go OT
I still got stress on my mind
Coz am dealing snakes and pigs
Alla these nittys keep ringing
I come like the ice cream man
When I scrr round there wiv the ting
That's packs On packs!
On packs!
I don't do banking the only time bank
Is when I plug that grub
I hope I don't see ascarr
When I pull up and I bust that shot
Still late nights in the bando
They took my nigga M of roads
Who's next that's gotta go
Got me looking over both of my shoulders
Moving paro
And I ain't tryna end up in the station
So I gotta low
Got tings up kway for the vacat
When ever shit hot
Might go up there for a holiday
Yu ain't gotta c me till the weekend
Oiii
Oiii
Woohooo
Yu ain't gotta c me till the weeks ends
Writer: Francis Mukendi
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