[Bandhunta Izzy] Look, 'bout to keep it real (Shh)
[Bandhunta Izzy] Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with you, you stuck with me I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this bitch keep suckin' me We skip that letter, A to C, my niggas crip, that's how it be I don't know them niggas that's tellin' them niggas they tough, but please don't play with me Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that shit be free My young niggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee I know these niggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G I don't hang around with a lot of niggas, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't nothin', bitch They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit Forty-cal, tuckin' it, policе come, run with it Hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin', bitch, we done with it
[Bandhunta Izzy] "Izzy on some hot shit, Izzy on some opp shit" Nah, bitch, you fuckin' with them niggas I don't rock with Y'all be on some cop shit, tell them boys we shootin' first Dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse You wanna fuck with me, hit the road with me? I got the bale You want a quarter-key, you want a quarter-P? I got the scale I can't work with Cho, he too lazy, movin' like a snail Brodie just got home, he on niggas' ass like he in jail Left wrist, VVSes, niggas cap, Mitchell Nesses Milli' step, please don't test this, ass fat, she from Texas Niggas don't play with me 'cause niggas know this shit ain't fake, my boy Hoppin' out with Dracs, I wanna see how this bitch shake my boy Let me hit it next, I'm tryna see how that bitch shake, my boy We both had hit it raw, so please don't tell me that bitch late, my boy Nasty, I don't know what these bitches thought, but please don't put it past me Ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
[G Perico] What's happenin', though? G Perico, Bandhunta Izzy Third-letter bangers, know what I'm sayin'? Keep one in the chamber, danger
[G Perico] Biggie Smalls, Versace shades coverin' up my eyelids In the streets, it ain't no peace, 'cause all my city know is violence We gon' take 'em on a chase if the police get behind us Outta town they call 'em "12," in LA they call 'em "Johnny" What make niggas get they act right? Flatline Leave your cell phone at home 'cause it be pingin' off the satellite Baby make my toes curl, I like the way she suck my dick If I gotta use a rubber, then I'm probably not gon' hit Nasty, I was blowin' kisses when I caught the bitch in traffic She was sendin' texts like, "G, let me have it" I ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm ratchet When it come to this crip shit, bitch, I'm a classic Steelz
[Bandhunta Izzy] Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with you, you stuck with me I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this bitch keep suckin' me We skip that letter, A to C, my niggas crip, that's how it be I don't know them niggas that's tellin' them niggas they tough, but please don't play with me Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that shit be free My young niggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee I know these niggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G I don't hang around with a lot of niggas, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't nothin', bitch They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit Forty-cal, tuckin' it, police come, run with it Hit your mans all in the head, we talkin', bitch, we done with itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
