Chandaleer

All I ever wanted was a band
All I ever needed was a brick
Might cop a stick, I might drop a clip
I get these niggas hit, I keep it on my hip
Ayy we all we got, boy we all we had (Plug)
I move the block, I break the stocks
I'm gon' break the glass
I weighed up all the gas
I weighed up all the gas
I'm movin' bands, these niggas yesterday
It's in the past
All I ever needed was a band
All we needed was them bricks

Shoutout to murder team
Yeah they gettin' blood money
The blue Benjamin, niggas gettin' cop money
And I'm sellin' pints of lean bitch
Yeah I'm mud money
I don't love money but I
Need to get this money
Okay, and I pulled up in
That Lil' Wayne mixtape no ceilings nigga
Ayy all my whole crew ain't fake
My whole clique ain't fake
And your clique is full of snakes
Either way it goes you
Know I'm servin', shit, i got a bakery
Wake and bake, everyday, 24 7 a day
I need atleast 2k everyday for the pace
I might go do it at a show, who knows
I might just get it with my bros, who knows
Took that ho if she on go, okay
All these lil' hoes on go
All my niggas in this bitch and
You know we got that boof
Okay, heard you need some dro
I know you need some dro
She don't know that I know
But whole fuckin' crew know

Bet you didn't know I shook
Him with the strap
Bet you didn't know I came in with the pack
Bet you didn't know she sucked
Me in the bathroom
Bet you didn't know my nigga hold that paper
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down
They're my squad, I don't play 'bout no
You can come huff your yard and
We run up on your yard
All my niggas sellin' hard
And we serve it to ya boy
All my squad, we don't play, we ain't never
See your squad then we rob 'em
See your squad then we plottin'
But my niggas carry 30s instead of
Pick 'em up like cotton
He got shot, now he's
Bleedin', but that Glock, i don't need it
All my niggas carry shells by the like Adidas
Yeah my squad stay with me
Yeah my squad stay with me
So you best not play with me
I make that call AT&T
All I ever wanted was a band
All I ever needed was a brick
Might cop a stick, I might drop a clip
I get these niggas hit, I keep it on my hip
Ayy we all we got, boy we all we had
I move the block, I break the stocks
I'm gon' break the glass
I weighed up all the gas
I weighed up all the gas
I'm movin' bands, these niggas yesterday
It's in the past