Embassy lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, hey
Ron-Ron, do that sh*t

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you n*ggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you n*ggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these n*ggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this b*tch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'ma cut a b*tch off, she don't make ten a week
You can't make ten thousand? b*tch, that pus*y weak
Heard they payin' forty for a blue in Tennessee
Huh, I'ma grab a fiend and see if that b*tch feelin' me
Hey, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, n*gga, keep it mafia
Ooh, hey, n*gga, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, n*gga, keep it mafia
Ayy, on the Shore pourin' lines, huh
Sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines
Man, it sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you n*ggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you n*ggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these n*ggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this b*tch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
We gon' take them pills out the presser (Out the presser)
I just put some pistols in my dresser (In my dresser)
I'ma give her molly, she my tester (She my tester)
I'ma break her heart, I like to test her (I like to test her)
We the ones applying all the pressure (All the pressure)
Yeah, I'm walkin' 'round with my compressor (Got that stick)
I swear I kill a n*gga if I'm pressured (If I'm pressured)
I just want some money, not no pleasure (Not no pus*y, b*tch)
Damn, lil' shawty cold in any weather (Any weather)
She runnin' up a bag, I'm finna f*ck her off a Tesla (Run it up)
I just put it on the scale, we finna measure
Get it out the pot, you know I scrape out all the extras

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you n*ggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you n*ggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these n*ggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this b*tch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Dope on the counter, get me by the hour
Wash my di*k in the sink, baby, I ain't get to shower
I'm janky, take a n*gga life for the power
I'm sellin' mid packs, hundred packs of the sour
Shred a n*gga, dead a n*gga
How you turn your back? I went and fed you n*ggas
You a fed, wish I never met you, n*gga
And you dead if I ever catch up with you
I'm with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami
BandGang countin' bands, man, motherf*ck the johnnies
I'm with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami
BandGang countin' bands, man, motherf*ck the johnnies

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you n*ggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you n*ggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these n*ggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this b*tch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy