Bandokay – M.A.R.K Lyrics
(Oi lucid, turn that shit up)
Turn that shit all the fucking way up man
Only way is up anyway man
Yo
Throw my hat to the side
And my gun in my boxers
I feel like the man I do, I do
Say a prayer to God
F-forgive me for the things I do
3 pistons outside
I can talk my shit
Say a thing or two
I’m in love with money
I love mummy
Even when bands ain’t in the mood
He ain’t bad it’s straight cap
Go let the tray clap
Run wid your friends or defend it
Sh-shoot then we’re seen, won’t lend it
G-lock attachment extended
Yo there’s a war in the ends
We’re firing skengs
Hashtag, lacking is ended
I never pretended
Swing round your block
Buy, buy
Forget the friendship
I love money
And it loves me too
Wid all this money
I can buy a new drum
Trying to cop me a yard
Take my girl to the shard
And watch the view
Bro cut
Slide out wid the dots
Give him the-
He didn’t know what to do
Lil g’s charged up
Left him scarred up
Bro got masked up and he, shot the yout
We don’t sell guns
We buy and fire them
I ain’t a liar
Need some killers, I hire them
Air out the flames, like firemen
Lil bro by my side, got more than 5 of them
Put all my trus in the ‘O’
My opps are wet
Put them in the dryer then
Collars are chavs
So go on then, try it then
Bout to drop my mixtape go buy it then
I lost Mark, that’s M.A.R.K
The king from the start
I lost smegs
So much stress to my head
I felt all the pain to my heart
Put my heart on my sleeve
And it rained in the dark
Shoot with skill
You can train in the park
I’ll aim at your clart
Hashtag play wid a star
Don’t play with marns
Throw my hat to the side
And my gun in my boxers
I feel like the man I do, I do
Say a prayer to God
F-forgive me for the things I do
3 pistols outside
I can talk my shit
Say a thing or two
I’m in love with money
I love mummy
Even when bands ain’t in the mood
The Rolls Royce got lights in the top
I’m the GOAT
So I’m coming back
Right for my spot
I don’t like people, that say my mind’s evil
I don’t like shit, let alone, like all my opps
I can strike all the dots
Swing it and fight for my block
Lil bro tryin to slide with the glock
Izzpots in jail, he does lifing a lot
The internet typing a lot
(Bands)
I know my opps must hate
That back in the day, all of them were fans
You’re a lucky lil boy if my machine jams
You better get low, if my machine slams
Smooth wit it
Head top, I’m shooting it
Walk wit it
Back street gang
Bro bro’s driving I’m in the passy man
(Passy man)
Straight slappy gang
Yo put my life on the line I just walk wid it
Shit’s unfortunate
I got a voice so I talk wid it
Giving my sisters hugs
I tell em it’s love can never get bored of it
Justice for M I’m sorting it
Literally all of it
Coke in the club, got everyone sorting it
Shotty too long so we shorten it
(Ying that)
Everyone’s rubbed, bro corner them
RIPs and 3’s when you come from the hood tho
Broadwater estate, me I was with SJ
History, may I still ask if its’ good tho
We used to get down, everyone get down
Leave wid a blacked out, 3 door Punto
Pull up to man, wha gwan are you good bro
Fly at the next man’s hood show
(Brr, boi, boi, boi)
(I love money)
