Bandana 2 (feat. Yunk Vino)

Yeah, ahn, ahn, fucking these hoes
I'm still the same
Only the time I no longer have changes
Why are you deluding yourself with this shit of equal hours?
A sip of tequila
A puff from the village
Her dress falls
Smoke rises up
We create the breeze
That's why the vibe is better

I have two cups in hand
Depending on the mix, it changes color
Numbers, numbers in my account
And I pretend I don't even know them by heart
I only lacked luxury and money, money and luxury
But I never lacked love
The bottles flow, I go down
Because I know I deserve to toast the brothers who are gone

Okay, okay (okay)
For those who are gone, love
Light up this nug
They liked it so much (so much)
Swearing until it's so funny
A glass of Hennessy, you slide on a plug
After she saw this, she wanted to fuck with a thug (thug)
Cookies in my blunt
Ra-racks on my shelf
Maybe it's the same, but with more money than before
I'm living one day at a time, without thinking about tomorrow
Doing things that no one has done
Seeing haters turn into fans

Fucking these hoes
Action like a movie
Recording this guide while she sucks me in the room
She wants debauchery with crime
She sits and I count the money (money, money)

Fucking these hoes
Action like a movie
Recording this guide while she sucks me in the room
She wants debauchery with crime
She sits and I count the money (money, money)