Part 1

[Intro]

M1OnTheBeat

[Verse 1: Bandokay]

Your sweet one's tryna go on boujee

Looking boogie, ayy miss, excuse me

No Niners safe in the 9 'till they bake in the A

Catch corn in their toupees

Half it, half it, bruck it into two piece

Age fourteen, started going on movies

Fifteen, when I first robbed me twosies

Sixteen, the 'rales dem tried do me

[Verse 2: Double Lz]

Aged fifteen when I stepped with the botty

Chinged him three times, should've said sorry

Get real close tryna push it in properly

G check him when gang too bossy

Get man down if you're moving oppy

Kermit, back the wap and move cocky

Me and bro blacked out, moving dodgy

Bad B bruck her neck and move sloppy

[Verse 3: SJ]

I'm on the opp block like "let's find Wally"

Sorry, I ain't never touched nobody?

Dickhead, my blade has done touched bodies

It's a big fifteen when I stepped in colly

I'm in a bando with two brown skin hotties

One give noddy and the other one copies

Bando's tryna bill this hotty

And I'm in a ding-dong tryna stuff this shotty

[Verse 4: Bandokay]

Free Boogie Bando, he got locked for murder

Pissed, bro was a well know lurker

Turna, that day should've had his burner

Bandokay, I'm a real cash earner

I heard that them boys want beef

Me and DY made him drop his burger

Probably laugh cah this beater small

If I slap at your face, badman, it will hurt ya

Yo, your olders should get their license

Crashing cars on scooters, you're a learner

All now Lil Jojo ain't turned up

Face's hot and I need me a worker

She brucks her back, she's a well-known twerker, twerker

Mad brizz got my toes curl up

When you hit red gates can't go no further

I said no, you can't go no further

[Verse 5: Double Lz]

Young age when I stepped with the wap

Didn't think twice, just gripped on the mash

Lean out the ride or I Jump Out Gang

Me and bro in the bruck down dinger, that's facts

It won't take me long to itch it and backs

Man back out the Rambs and unclip that

Little did you know that I am sav'

Man pop this door, watch your best friend dash

A&E, where your brodies at

Jump Out Gang, watch bro double tap

Slap this wap, watch you Migraine Skank

Shh got slapped and he didn't ride back

Oh well, I don't know for your batch

We hop out, slap man right in his back

When we pull up on peds with a fuck off shank

Jump out the ride, ching man and then dash

[Verse 6: SJ]

They saw the OF's and them boy turned Casper

Rapper, no, you better call me a trapper

Kermit, known as a local crasher

Map up, don't get lost in that Mazda

If I reach for my waist, best back up, strap up

Protect your chest or get stabbed up

While the mandem was raving in Napa, mazza

I was on the block 'til the packs done

And no one can tell me about glidin'

Ridin', on the opp block, bare mileage

Hiding, where's Lampost? Can't find him

I'm lying, I just saw the pic of him dying

Fryin', fryin', this beef gets fryin'

And I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet

But word to bro-bro, of course we're tryin'

Ching man up on his block and start smilin'

Part 2

[Verse 1: SJ]

I'm on a Next Up getting told that I'm next up

Heads up, don't get your rasclart head buss

Ketchup, spilt all of that on my sweater

I'm on the opp block in this bruck down Vectra

Ten toes ting, peddle bike or a Vespa

Lack like Swift and get your rasclart drenched up

Man know I'm a OFB member

Put down your phone and go ride for your friend cuz'

In the back of this four-door hoopty, booky

It's me tryna make that movie

Loosy, don't be picky or choosy

I'm on the opp block tryna grab this groupie

And them boy are funny, man have got jokes like Scooby

And they heard I'm SJ and now them boys wan' do me

And I'm in the bando with this brown skin cutie, booty

If she wanna bang, she'll suit me

[Verse 2: Double Lz]

Big man come out your yard, get cabbaged

Long ass dots and bro got the hand ting

Don't be getting confused with rapping

We slide on man, we move like assassins

Stop this whip, hold corn in your fabric

Chill on your block, no doubt we're attacking

I'm up in the field like Nemanja Matic

Back this wap and of course I'm slapping

You don't wanna buck bro excited

Bro get 'round, that's mileage

Dip him, knife him, hop back in

Then it's straight over my bits, that's how I like it

He got bored, needed reviving

Hold this corn if you fuck with the Niners

Beef with tongues and internet typers

Don't ride back when your friends get knifed in

[Verse 3: Bandokay]

Start of the year got nicked for a M

No comment officer, all the way to the end

Lil Jojo better cover his lense

Chopper-chopper, he's hit someone's Benz

The boy Creepz just circled for gems

Didn't find 'em and so we circled again

You ain't scored on the O, can you tell me when?

Slide on my block and you're getting ten

This bad B needs to line up the opps

And if she's with them, she can hold this flem

This is real shit, no need to pretend

Long live Neesh, that count was ments

Ments, that didn't make no sense

T bust up his face when he hopped that fence

Black blade swing with all of my strength

Swing with all of my strength