Memories Lyrics – Bandokay
Bands (Yo Jamskull) Bando (brrrr, brrrr) (boi, boi)
So Much Memories From The Past You Can’t Bring Back
You Ever Think That
Zheetos In My Spliff Lemme Think Back
Got Me Crushing On My Loud I Asked Bro Where’s The Chip Ahk
He Ain’t A BadBoy He Needs To Sit Back
Correra Or Ridgeback That Was Me And My Flick Nank
Broad day or pitch black
(broad day or pitch black)
Broad day or pitch black
(broad day or pitch black)
Got Me Wearing Trapstar It’s A Secret
Got My Strap In A Car For These Eediats
I Spoke To My Nan And She Said I’m A Genius (nanny)
Believe Yourself Believe Jesus
Police Killed My Dad Tho Still Got Me Mad Bro
My Little Sis Confused Where Her Dad Go
100 Bags Where What Is That Yo
My Names Bando
I’ll Make That Off A Trap Phone
Probably Even More Where’s My Cash yo
Got Me Feeling fly Like A Helicopter
If I Ever Robbed Ya
Suck Ya Mum I Never Cheated Cheaters Never Prosper
I Need To Win A Oscar They Need To See A Doctor
I’m Seeing So Much Money I Can’t Count It Proper
Twin Barrel ShotGun We Shot Sum
There Rapping About Burners but What Burners
They Ain’t Got None My N**** Caught A L Plate
And Still Got Funds
We Had The GP On Deck
Wit The Glock Gun
There Talking Bout Readys Bring Your Readys Out
Bow Hit His Headie Now
BBC News He’s On Tele Now
If It Jams Up Cock It Back
And It’s Ready Now
Shut Down Any Town Anyhow
Bands I’m Back For Good Real Talk Man I’m Back
& Better I Told Bro We See Opps
You Better Back Your Wetter
& If Your On The Other Side You Better Back Your Bredda
Talk Up Me I Chat Whenever Big Boretta
(oi take me in, Bands, brrr)
Bare RIPs and 3’s
You know how the ting set man
(mmm,hmm, merky)
Still 3 the murder team
Free S, free boogie, free my trappers
Free bricks, free baz, free t1, free vale
(fuck the opps)
I Told Bug Stop Going Jail
They Asked How’s The Music I Say It’s Going Well
I Told God I’m Going Heaven I Ain’t Going Hell
(father god)
Go Again If I Go & Fail
Do It For The O Aswell
Stand On My Block I Should Be Up In The Booth Tho
Me + Gang 2 Waps In The Studio Lv Bags In The Boot Press The Key Make The Boot Close
And Fuck Them Other guys Might Rob Em Like Who Knows
Early Morn In The Cemetery
Jus Me Uncle Spangz Wit Abit A Henny
I’m Forever Starrish and I’m Forever Ready
They Took My Pops And We Lost Smeggy
Both My Legs Turnt Jelly
The Fans Want My Mixtape I’m like Here you Go
I spoke the truth In This Tune You Better Hear Me Bro I’m In This 4×4 Wit No Gears Uno I’m Still the Kid From The Farm Wit No Fears On Go
I’m In The Trenches Wit Hot Fries
My Killlas Drop Guys
And U aint Ever Seen A Tauras Or Glock 9
Dotty Or The Glock Bine
There Tryna Stop Crime
I’m Tryna Make A 100Ms I Still Got Time
Yo I’m Tryna Make 100Ms Within No Time
It’s All Mad I Was 4 Back In 05
I Was Young Always Chilling Wit The Old Guys
And We Don’t Shoot Man Once you Can Hold 5
Step The Glock Or The Tre 2
Drill & Get Paid To
Broadday The Guys Doing Bait Move
I Drink Henny Not Grey Goose
Long Nose In My ManBag
I’ll Pop Out And Blaze Utes
(Step The Glock Or The Tre 2
Drill & Get Paid To
Broadday The Guys Doing Bait Move
I Drink Henny Not Grey Goose
Long Nose In My ManBag
I’ll Pop Out And Blaze Utes)
(Bands, aye)
