Bandmanrill – DON’T MIX Lyrics

Bandmanrill – DON’T MIX Lyrics

DON’T MIX Lyrics By Bandmanrill

[Intro]
Uh huh, it’s the fuckin’ Bandman
And I’m on some different shit, you heard? Like, niggas really not fuckin’ with me
For real like, I’m really one of one in this shit like, you can’t copy this, on bro
On bro
On bro on bro, on bro on bro
On bro on bro, on bro on bro
On bro on bro, on bro on bro
On bro, on bro on bro

[Chorus]
I told my lil bro, when he walk keep that grip near
He tryna go pop up the road, tryna switch gears
Still free bro, he been bagged for like six years
Can’t wait ’til he touch down, we get lit, yeah
I told all the doubters I was bound to get rich, yeah
Niggas they be hatin’ ’cause the diamonds on my wrist, yeah (On bro, on bro)
Wait, they prolly mad ’cause I prolly hit his bitch, yeah (On bro, on bro)
Why that nigga mad? I ain’t even hit his bitch yеt (On bro)

[Verse]
Told my old bitches that got new niggas, “Them niggas bozos, mе I am gifted” (Yeah)
I thought you knew that but bitch no you didn’t, bitch I’m a legend, this shit gon’ be written (Written)
I remember days I ain’t even have a dollar, now when I pull up to the spot they wanna holla
Bitch I’m feelin’ good, they just freed my bro Dollaz, if a nigga play with his name I’ma slide ’em
Bitch I’m goin’ up, they don’t like that (Oh nah)
If a nigga get up in my way I’ma have to do it to him, better catch him where them flights at (Flights at)
He better be tryna get away, I hit him with that 2, only up where his lights at (Lights at)
My ex-bitch play me like a fool, now that lil bitch mad ’cause my new bitch like that (On bro, on bro)
And my tape, yeah that shit comin’ soon, I been lit since ‘Fight Back’ (On bro, on bro)
Spin on us, we spinnin’ right back (Right back)
Brodie grinnin’ when he go right up that road, tryna pop him a light pack
Niggas bitches, they not like that, on bro, on bro
Them bullets hit his body, he can’t fight that
I got me some homies in the can, they comin’ right back (Right back)
Look, everything I say, they on my dick, they gon’ recite that
Told ’em to stop dissin’, now that boy can’t get his life back

[Chorus]
I told my lil bro, when he walk keep that grip near (Grip near)
He tryna go pop up the road, tryna switch gears (Switch gears)
Still free bro, he been bagged for like six years (Six years)
Can’t wait ’til he touch down, we get lit, yeah (Get lit, yeah)
I told all the doubters I was bound to get rich, yeah (Get rich, yeah)
Niggas they be hatin’ ’cause the diamonds on my wrist, yeah
Wait, they prolly mad ’cause I prolly hit his bitch, yeah (Prolly hit his bitch, yeah)
Why that nigga mad? I ain’t even hit his bitch yet (Yet)

[Outro]
On bro, on bro
On bro, on bro
On bro, on bro
On bro, on bro