[Verse 1: Bando Yo]

AYEEE

Might pull out them bands tonight (yeahh)

Oh that nigga mad cause his bitch steady texting like "Don't make no plans tonight" (aye)

Oh he think he tough, he can get crushed like a can of Sprite (Sprite)

I was taking a chance, aiight (aiight)

Busting brick down to grams, aiight (aiight, aye aye)

Trap, in the trenches where I hung out (yeah)

I've been in the field, you ain't come out (no)

I had to trap with my gun out (BOOM)

Freaky lil bitch, she want some dick, so I tell her pull her tongue out (tongue out)

Put her face in my lap, she gon' come out

Busting my kids in her mouth 'til I run out (oouu)

I left her throat sticky

I got the power like Ghost Fifty

You take my life, you gon' go with me (aye)

Hunnid round drum, but I got lazy, only popped round 75

All that dissing you do, we won't let it slide (nope)

Put his son in the air, that's a heaven rise (aye)

Smoke, which one of you niggas want smoke with me (yeah)

Load the choppa, it singing like go to sleep

And you can't cross me out like a rosary

Said she hate me, she really ain't over me

I'm throwing dick in her ovaries (ovaries)

And I don't need drugs, to turn to a demon

These niggas scared of the sober me (yeah)

Finna cancel that bitch, neno

Life is a gamble, might buy me a casino

Scar on my face, feeling like Cappuccino

Shoot on that action shit, [?]

I'm from the other side

Only hang with them gutter guys

Oh he nervous, got butterflies

I was fucked up, operating the vehicle so I let my brother drive

My young nigga strapped, can't pick on 'em, he in the trap with the stick on 'em (yeah)

Used to be broke but now the hoes wanna lick on 'em

Four fifty eight, that's a brick on 'em

This nigga broke, walk around with a zip on 'em

Both my shoulders got chips on 'em

He thought it was sweet, til' I fucked around and flip on 'em

My Glocks got dicks on 'em

Hit the gas on the laws, homy, I dipped on 'em (skrt, skrt)

Texting these bitches you must be a pervert

Wanna be famous? Get put on a shirt first (yeah, haaa)

[Verse 2: Bando Yo]

(Aye, aye, haaa, nah for real, yeah bitch

Get yo bitch ass put on a shirt

Aye, look, huh, going back in, back in)

Aye, aye

Keep it one hunnid, I fell in love with blue Benjamin's

You niggas sweeter than cinnamon

I gotta get it in

Chasing a bag, my adrenaline

Rushing, I'm stacking them divides

Boy you a bitch, act like my hoes cause your feminine

Heavy weight but you a lil' man

Cut off the middle man

If two fucks about a bitch but my grandma think I'm a gentleman

I was locked up but I'm back out

Had lil' mama beat the pack out

Ride with the mac out

Bussing your bitch, blowing her back out

Figure four, I make her tap out

(Figure four, I make her tap out)

Walk in yo' trap house

Take that bitch over

I'm on probation, gotta stay sober

I'm from the hood, getting hot like a motor

We catch a roller, we pop at some rollers, get popped like a soda

I'm from the block where it's colder

Chicago watch out for the cobras

She do what I told her

I'm in the game, no controller

Trey deuce got that white, call it coke-a-cola

He stretch it like yoga (yeah)

She bounce on my dick like a pogo stick

You shoot in the air, you a scrub like a photo pic

Creep through the night with a mask on some Zorro shit

I still will fill up their arms on some Gorro shit

Run in your house like a scene of a horror flick

[Outro: Bando Yo]

Hey, ahahaha, aye

Walk in your house like a scene of a horror flick

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, hustle, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye