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lirik lagu yung bandzo - serious

[intro]
(tay keith, this too hard)
(southside on the track, yeah)
(metro boomin want some more, n~gga)
(boom! boom!)

[chorus: yung bandzo]
walk in the party, i’m armed and alert (brrt)
whole lotta static, get popped like a perc (boom!)
don’t care what he say, he ain’t put in no work (nah)
lil bro hit his face, now he laid in the dirt (grrah!)
mixin’ the gas with the red fruit punch
talk on the ‘net, in person he lunch
taught by my brother, i came out the jungle
never fold, even when i was in trouble
sneakin’ in school with a stick in my duffel
i’m 14 but i’m feelin’ like rambo (rrah!)
all black hoodie, thеy thinkin’ i’m stealth
aimin’ at heads, don’t care for thе belt
told my pops i got him, i’m stackin’ this wealth (bands)
and if i go broke, then i’m robbin’ myself
(yeah! boom boom!)

[verse 1: yung bandzo]
shhh… move quiet, i’m slidin’ at night (slatt)
got no love for the hype
pull up on opps, they take off in flight (gone)
brodie gon’ spin ’til he run outta sight
i got the pole and a beam with the switch
said he want smoke? then we lightin’ the b~tch (b~tch!)
told me to chill, but i’m back on my rage
middle school fights turn to hits with a gauge
lettin’ off shots while i’m laughin’ and yellin’
this ain’t no cap, but i’m stylin’ like melly
still rockin’ trues, got a glock in the denim (grrah!)
can’t get close, got a stick, i’ma end ’em
put a opp in a shirt, that’s fashion week
bro got the drop, he ain’t passin’ me
f~ck all that talkin’ and typin’ in tweets
he got left in the car, got cooked in the seat (skrrt!)
[chorus: yung bandzo]
walk in the party, i’m armed and alert (brrt)
whole lotta static, get popped like a perc (boom!)
don’t care what he say, he ain’t put in no work (nah)
lil bro hit his face, now he laid in the dirt (grrah!)
mixin’ the gas with the red fruit punch
talk on the ‘net, in person he lunch
taught by my brother, i came out the jungle
never fold, even when i was in trouble
sneakin’ in school with a stick in my duffel
i’m 14 but i’m feelin’ like rambo (rrah!)
all black hoodie, they thinkin’ i’m stealth
aimin’ at heads, don’t care for the belt
told my pops i got him, i’m stackin’ this wealth (bands)
and if i go broke, then i’m robbin’ myself
(boom! boom!)

[verse 2: traynumbaz]
(yeah… traynumbaz in this b~tch, huh!)
ayy, duck when i slide (slide!)
.30s and glocks, got a pole in the ride
he talk like a demon, now look where he lie
mouth on the ‘gram, now he missin’ his eye (boom!)
i don’t play games, b~tch, i’m not on a twitch
he flexin’ his watch, we sn~tchin’ that wrist
b~tch tryna link, but she movin’ too thirsty
told her go home, she ain’t worth me a risk
hop out in black with a 30 extended
gloves and a mask so they never could pin it
we see the opps, then we spinnin’ and grinnin’
he tried to run, but his lungs wasn’t winnin’
(get up! nah, too late!)
posted with bandzo, he just bought a tec
we both underage with some grown~ass respect (facts!)
if they want pressure, we press on they neck
shoot up the car, turn his seats into mesh (boom boom!)
told me be chill but i said, “f~~k that!”
he speak on my name, then his dome get cracked (crack crack!)
bandzo my dog, we go way past rap
and the day he get touched, i’ma empty my strap (brrrt!)
[chorus: yung bandzo]
walk in the party, i’m armed and alert (brrt)
whole lotta static, get popped like a perc (boom!)
don’t care what he say, he ain’t put in no work (nah)
lil bro hit his face, now he laid in the dirt (grrah!)
mixin’ the gas with the red fruit punch
talk on the ‘net, in person he lunch
taught by my brother, i came out the jungle
never fold, even when i was in trouble
sneakin’ in school with a stick in my duffel
i’m 14 but i’m feelin’ like rambo (rrah!)
all black hoodie, they thinkin’ i’m stealth
aimin’ at heads, don’t care for the belt
told my pops i got him, i’m stackin’ this wealth (bands)
and if i go broke, then i’m robbin’ myself
(grrah! boom boom boom!)

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