Came Back (Bando) - Section Boyz

Bando, Bando, Bando, Bando

Bando, Bando, Bando, Bando

Section, Section, Section

Tryna go sleep on a mad low

On a mad low

Tryna flip a bag to a lambo

How the plan go I just came back from the bando

From the bando

I just came back from the bando

From the bando

I just came back from the bando

From the bando

I just came back from the bando

From the bando

I just came back from the bando

From the bando

I just came back from the bando

From the bando

Stepped out the bando

Got fresh kicks on cos I can doe

I just see a youth on the back road

And he didn’t grow hair like mango

On beef like spag bol

Man better two step like tango

Hate when the food gets mad low

Gotta re-up, gotta get the bank rolls

I see breast and fries like nandos

Better rectify if you’re man broke

I’m old school like kangol

Little bitch boy ain’t got a back bone

Got a cracked phone, no crack doe

Got a trap phone, no trap doe

Got a slag bro, I got hat yo I got raps doe, but I rap doe

Man it’s fucking four’o’clock

And I’m coming from the bando

Cruising in the left lane

Got a phone call, we got links with the rambo

Ah, what you mean bro?

Man was meant to keep this on the d’low

Spin the back P’s doe, I got a little link doe

And she wanna give me deep throat

Cocky long like Heathrow

But I need that P’s doe, man’a gotta reload

Mandem playing with this beat doe

Dee’s got C’s like C-Lo

You don’t wanna be in the way

When that light turns green bro

I just came back from the bando

And I ain’t seen my lap

But my chain’s got a slab on a lampost

Got a face with a sprite and a tango

I just came back from the bando

And my face with michelle don’t cancel

And my friend still thinks that I am doe

And I’m grime when they told me bout Django

I got young boys and they got bank rolls

They got front toys and they got rambos

If they get grumpy, then it’s aggro

Got a free yard chillin' at the bando

I got em chillin with the mad O And Lyon was the boy with the rambo

And my little nigga had an afro

He said he needed me But I didn’t bang doe

I just came back from the bando, trap

Ring my pears, it’s with a mango

Food so strong, that’s mad trill

The pack helped me get the packs yo Cut the brick down like Rambo

36 Z’s, one man know

Too many bands in the bando

Bro looking out for the Five — O Another pinky hit the five note

Tryna do home, not the bando

Ring the, ring the phone that pack go Man are old school like zap zone

Food, tables and chairs like nandos

Zoot, smoking all zetsy like Jammo

True, geting that money with famo

Loose, man’a can’t sleep if their mad low

Just stepped in the trap house

Walked in the bando

With the pack gone, time to get this weight gone

Make bread, stuff bands down in a pouch

With them cold nights sleeping on the fiends house

Pull my knife out

Rip it old spree now

Try bro and I swear I’m gonna ride out

Blow it right down

Make it slide out

Peng ting looking like she from the bine house

Team squeeze and my team on the rise now

Gonna rise up, get the pack up and lay down

That four will hit you up and bring the sky down

Bet she look like she wanna cry now

On the batty boy

Boom, bye bye now

Get the young packed in and fuck around

Just beat and the money gon' come around

I just came back from the back road

Tryna turn a pink note to bank roll

And I’ve been doing road

In the mad cold

Man needs a mansion and a lambo

Yeah you can’t play me like a banjo

See the big ting with the black hand doe

Yeah band bro and he will let that go Make a bruddah lean back like Fat Joe

Back gettin' bands in the bando

Got the white whip whppin' like Django

Other hard raps in the trap flow

Real niggas round here like a afro

Man’a turn a good one to a bad gyal

Hot ting blowing on man like a candle

Man’a get bands in But I ain’t gotta brag doe

You think you’re a bad boy, how you gonna bang doe