They said it was called the trap
01:15
But on the north side we call it the bando
01:18
Yeen' know
01:23
Naw for real
01:25
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
01:30
We the first ones that came up with the bando
01:32
Talking 'bout you got the Act but what they goin' for
01:34
I'm bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
01:37
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
01:39
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
01:41
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
01:43
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for
01:45
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
01:48
And never leave no witnesses to see you
01:50
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
01:51
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
01:54
I been teaching niggas lingo like I'm a teacher
01:57
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
02:01
Fucked 'em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature
02:04
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
02:06
Ta-Ta-Takeoff
02:07
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
02:08
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code
02:08
Fuck a bad bitch, I'm fucking with the fleek hoes
02:09
And I'd never give my soul up for a bankroll
02:11
Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow
02:12
No rain though, I'm in the Yung Rich Nation raincoat
02:14
Good aim though, that red dot right up at your Kangol
02:17
Looking in my DM and I see your main ho
02:18
You know we the ones that came up with the bando
02:21
Them boys talking 'bout the boards on the windows
02:24
When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door
02:25
Fuck, 12!, running out the back door
02:27
The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe
02:29
Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a nigga, never fold
02:31
Piping up in front of your bitch, you get elbowed
02:34
Ping pong, hit a nigga with the ring on
02:35
Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it's your theme song
02:37
So many pints in my crib, it's a lean home
02:40
I'm so high I just need a wall to lean on
02:42
Phone home, get so stoned when we gone
02:44
Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone
02:46
Mink, it cost five, I leave the coat on
02:48
Bitch time to get your roll on
02:50
Clap a nigga with the Ric Flair robe on
02:52
Hold on
02:54
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
02:55
We the first ones that came up with the bando
02:57
Talking 'bout you got the Act but what they goin' for
02:58
I'm bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
03:00
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
03:02
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
03:05
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
03:07
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for
03:09
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
03:11
And never leave no witnesses to see you
03:13
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
03:15
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
03:16
I been teaching niggas lingo like I'm a teacher
03:18
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
03:18
Fucked 'em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature
03:21
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
03:23
Offset!
03:26
Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy
03:28
I know this shit is tragic, toss your bitch up like a salad
03:29
Walk up in the Mansion, I just made a money pilin'
03:31
Trappin' out the bando, selling crack up in the alley
03:33
I sent my young niggas, I got Foo with the tool
03:36
Contemplating should I drop a four or drop a deuce
03:38
Heard you a real slick looking for a good lick
03:40
But my niggas ain't going for the bullshit
03:41
I got the stick, nigga don't trip
03:43
Nigga run up in your house and tying up your bitch
03:46
Boot up that bitch in the morning on grits
03:48
J's at the bando in the morning, got to fix
03:50
I'm sitting on the pedestal, my diamonds look impeccable
03:52
Your bitch sucking my dick just like an edible
03:54
Make her take a physical like medical
03:55
Fucking bitches over, she like it's a miracle
03:58
You niggas don't even know I got some pain in me
04:00
Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me
04:02
A lot of dirt I did, I got some shame in me
04:04
When I'm pulling up I drop the brain on it
04:07
Came in the game with the fashion statement
04:09
We dropped Versace, the fame it came quick
04:11
Got to stay focused, consistent, don't quit
04:13
Brick on my wrist and it make me a lick
04:14
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
04:17
We the first ones that came up with the bando
04:19
Talking 'bout you got the Act but what they goin' for
04:21
I'm bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
04:24
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
04:26
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
04:28
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
04:30
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for
04:32
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
04:34
And never leave no witnesses to see you
04:37
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
04:39
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
04:41
I been teaching niggas lingo like I'm a teacher
04:42
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
04:44
Fucked 'em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature
04:47
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
04:49
Quavo
04:50
The way they took a nigga's dab I want to smack a nigga
04:51
Knock a nigga's lights out, uncle whack a nigga
04:53
These niggas made out of plastic like a action figure
04:55
I can't kick it with your bitch, I ain't no Falcon's kicker
04:57
Young nigga in the hood eating Honey-sicles
04:59
I'ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle
05:01
Nigga I ain't gotta flex, I'm a real nigga
05:03
I know niggas in the bando still trapping nickles
05:05
Pop a perc, you think I'm Marshawn eating Skittles
05:08
Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles
05:10
Who the fuck you think you scaring with that lil Nina?
05:12
Call my niggas and they pulling up like Al-Qaeda
05:14
Damn I mean Al-Qaeda, spray 'em like a firefighter
05:16
For fucking with the albino, feeling like Mekhi Phifer
05:19
Niggas having ghostwriters, stripes like I'm Tony Tiger
05:21
Migo gang the three igniters, then they try to doubt us
05:23
I know you remember the titans
05:24
I know we got the touch like we work for Midas
05:26
Light my cookie with the purple in it like the Vikings
05:28
Came from a long road, you the one that starts hitchhiking
05:30
I pour a glass of water 'cause you wanna pop a Vicodin
05:32
I open up the door, she said damn my mans you're frightening
05:35
Spikes on my shoe, yeah I'm Christian Lou, Mike-ing it
05:37
Where's Quavo? Bitch I'm in another continent
05:39
05:40
Lyrics & Translation
[English]
They said it was called the trapBut on the north side we call it the bando
Yeen' know
Naw for real
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking 'bout you got the Act but what they goin' for
I'm bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niggas lingo like I'm a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fucked 'em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
Ta-Ta-Takeoff
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code
Fuck a bad bitch, I'm fucking with the fleek hoes
And I'd never give my soul up for a bankroll
Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow
No rain though, I'm in the Yung Rich Nation raincoat
Good aim though, that red dot right up at your Kangol
Looking in my DM and I see your main ho
You know we the ones that came up with the bando
Them boys talking 'bout the boards on the windows
When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door
Fuck, 12!, running out the back door
The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe
Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a nigga, never fold
Piping up in front of your bitch, you get elbowed
Ping pong, hit a nigga with the ring on
Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it's your theme song
So many pints in my crib, it's a lean home
I'm so high I just need a wall to lean on
Phone home, get so stoned when we gone
Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone
Mink, it cost five, I leave the coat on
Bitch time to get your roll on
Clap a nigga with the Ric Flair robe on
Hold on
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking 'bout you got the Act but what they goin' for
I'm bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niggas lingo like I'm a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fucked 'em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
Offset!
Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy
I know this shit is tragic, toss your bitch up like a salad
Walk up in the Mansion, I just made a money pilin'
Trappin' out the bando, selling crack up in the alley
I sent my young niggas, I got Foo with the tool
Contemplating should I drop a four or drop a deuce
Heard you a real slick looking for a good lick
But my niggas ain't going for the bullshit
I got the stick, nigga don't trip
Nigga run up in your house and tying up your bitch
Boot up that bitch in the morning on grits
J's at the bando in the morning, got to fix
I'm sitting on the pedestal, my diamonds look impeccable
Your bitch sucking my dick just like an edible
Make her take a physical like medical
Fucking bitches over, she like it's a miracle
You niggas don't even know I got some pain in me
Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me
A lot of dirt I did, I got some shame in me
When I'm pulling up I drop the brain on it
Came in the game with the fashion statement
We dropped Versace, the fame it came quick
Got to stay focused, consistent, don't quit
Brick on my wrist and it make me a lick
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We the first ones that came up with the bando
Talking 'bout you got the Act but what they goin' for
I'm bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow
We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors
Same niggas brought Versace to the centerfold
Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll
If you can buy the car then why the fuck you rent it for
All of my niggas they ready to get you and hit you and flip you
And never leave no witnesses to see you
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching niggas lingo like I'm a teacher
Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa
Fucked 'em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature
All of my bitches they piped up and conceited
Quavo
The way they took a nigga's dab I want to smack a nigga
Knock a nigga's lights out, uncle whack a nigga
These niggas made out of plastic like a action figure
I can't kick it with your bitch, I ain't no Falcon's kicker
Young nigga in the hood eating Honey-sicles
I'ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle
Nigga I ain't gotta flex, I'm a real nigga
I know niggas in the bando still trapping nickles
Pop a perc, you think I'm Marshawn eating Skittles
Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles
Who the fuck you think you scaring with that lil Nina?
Call my niggas and they pulling up like Al-Qaeda
Damn I mean Al-Qaeda, spray 'em like a firefighter
For fucking with the albino, feeling like Mekhi Phifer
Niggas having ghostwriters, stripes like I'm Tony Tiger
Migo gang the three igniters, then they try to doubt us
I know you remember the titans
I know we got the touch like we work for Midas
Light my cookie with the purple in it like the Vikings
Came from a long road, you the one that starts hitchhiking
I pour a glass of water 'cause you wanna pop a Vicodin
I open up the door, she said damn my mans you're frightening
Spikes on my shoe, yeah I'm Christian Lou, Mike-ing it
Where's Quavo? Bitch I'm in another continent
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