Trenchal - BANDO (feat. Anfwan) Lyrics

What we saying Fwan
Fuego, yeah
Ou wee, mama
What's the word man, yeah
You wanna come to the bando?
Ah, let me take you there
I don't really wanna see what she on
I can't really conversate with peons
Riding around in a coupe, and call it a pecon
She wanna come to the bando
She wanna talk to the gringo
Tell her don't touch on my poncho
Tell her go f*ck on my amigo
Pardon the stepper I'm lethal
44 shoot like a free throw
I don't really wanna see what she on
I can't really f*ck with you peons
Coming on the track and I'm beasting, feasting
Got a couple bitches for the weekend, freaking
I be on the grind I ain't sleeping
I be stepping on you my shit creasing, creasing
Got a couple groupies tryna meet me, meet me
Doing 69, it ain't no FEFE, FEFE
Hit a couple times and I'm just digging on her peastry
Slip a finger in and it be coming out greasy
I'm just riding tryna find a new piece
Sick of faking Imma do it with ease (Yeah, yeah)
Push to start, no keys
Hella groupies got bruised up knees
Don't stop it (Stop it)
I rock it (I rock it)
Feeling missed me (Feeling missed me)
Straight profit (Straight profit)
Stack fifties (Stack fifties)
She a rocket (Yeah, yeah)
I'm downing shorty, yeah I gotta get off it
I'm with the gang and we pulling up, man I'm rolling up
It's a party we doing it, yeah you know it's us
Been a minute It's all of us, at the top and it's bottomless
Getting my enemies, Imma line em' up
She just tryna get up on the team
She clingy for me, yeah shorty she a fiend
I'm just smoking, never coughing, never stopping
Straight flockin' I need my peace
I don't really wanna see what she on
I can't really conversate with peons
Riding around in a coupe, and call it a pecon
She wanna come to the bando
She wanna talk to the gringo
Tell her don't touch on my poncho
Tell her go f*ck on my amigo
Pardon the stepper I'm lethal
44 shoot like a free throw
I don't really wanna see what she on
I can't really f*ck with you peons