No Looking Back lyrics

[Hook]
I gotta run them bandz up ain't no lookin back
My ogs got that cocaina we be cooking that
I love throw up lake park put my hood on the map
Ain't no feds on my di*k cos jayo keep a strap
Make me come thru in a stolo bang out inna splash
I got snipe on the roof rondo in the back
All that flaggin you be doing thats gone get you whacked
Baby osama im a hitman i kill for that bag

[Verse 1]
Soon i walk in the trap im like where the kitchen at
My ogs show me how to cook i started whippin that
I love to spend a check cos im gone get it back
Drop a check on your head knock off your fitted cap
You ain't thuggin jayo sama really livin that
Im bringin drama to your mama where u livin at
Every n*gga round me down to let that pistol clap
My n*ggas on a killing spree n*gga check the stats
You a pus*y when you with your dogs u love to rap
We gone leave a n*gga missin if a n*gga lack
Now they done lef u in the feild now where ur n*ggas at
I heard u talking to them foes n*gga yous a rat

[Hook]
I gotta run them bandz up ain't no lookin back
My ogs got that cocaina we be cooking that
I love throw up lake park put my hood on the map
Ain't no feds on my di*k cos jayo keep a strap
Make me come thru in a stolo bang out inna splash
I got snipe on the roof rondo in the back
All that flaggin you be doing thats gone get you whacked
Baby osama im a hitman i kill for that bag
[Verse 2]
Osama stray strapped up wit the gat
f*ck around and pull up with the mac
You sleep hit u up in the back
Catch a opp lackin issa wrap
I will never fold on my foes
I mainly hang around zoes
My team up check the score
For my zoes imma let it blow
These n*ggas hated jayo
Im gettin to the bankroll
It never snow in florida
Florida boys make it snow
We trapped out in the south
But its coming in n out
U ain't really movin pounds
U just running your mouth
You need to run up them bands
Still out here broke u playin
You need to stay off them xans
Im really getting to them bands
I want my money in advance
You need to get you a plan
Run it up and do the money dance

[Hook]
I gotta run them bandz up ain't no lookin back
My ogs got that cocaina we be cooking that
I love throw up lake park put my hood on the map
Ain't no feds on my di*k cos jayo keep a strap
Make me come thru in a stolo bang out inna splash
I got snipe on the roof rondo in the back
All that flaggin you be doing thats gone get you whacked
Baby osama im a hitman i kill for that bag