[Intro]

(Angel ate this ho)

[Verse 1: HM Bando]

New shit, new block, new Glock, new plot

I just hit a lick worth fifty bricks and bought a choppa

Swervin' in the whip with my bandana like I'm Tupac

But I can't get hit, two right up on top when I rock two Glocks

Homicide, we ride on them niggas that's outside

Bullets flying, you run and get hit up in your spine

You know you dying, no need to go pick 'em up and try

Dressed in all black, so you gon' see the thief up in the night

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]

Swervin' in the whip with that commando like a SWAT

He ain't who he say he is, I know he know he not

Don't play 'cause bitch you now I rock like David Bowie rock

It look like Hell's Kitchen in the trap, hella hot

Riding down on Elvis, check my pelvis, that's a 3-O

A nigga push my buttons, there's a dozen in my peacoat

We brought lotta hollows, pistol, bitch auto

You left your shit in the cado, he call vitilago

[Verse 3: HM Bando]

And Bando be rolling gelato

Ride in the whip with a foot, fully auto

If you gon' play in the streets

Get left in the streets and hit by a cado

Cops super fast, hit the dash, I swerve and they think that I'm crashin'

I'm geeking they thinkin' it's acid

I roll me a 'wood and don't pass it

[Verse 4: Zotiyac]

Shooting like a ranger when I spot you in that role

Shoot like Danny Granger when I spot and your bro

Niggas say I'm crazy, but let's keep that on the low

I keep this shit pro', I keep shit on go

The shots only stop when it's time to reload

[Verse 5: HMBando & Zotiyac]

They know what go on, bitch, I'm as humble as it get

I just hit a lick and spent a re-up on a fit

You just lost your re-up tryna put it on a bitch

Nigga got his paycheck and he spent it on a zip

I just smoked a zip out of a brick I sent to Cali

In Bali, I seen this bitch and took that bitch to rallies

Then drop a bitch off at Arby's, or drop a bitch of a Target

Some of these hoes say I'm heartless, I fuckin' did it's regarded

I'm fuckin' and [?] up the party

Caught a flight right to the plug in the morning

When you see that's beam, it's a warning

Nigga look mean and your face will get torn in

We leavin' the city in the foreign

Racecar shit, boy, my engine be roaring

Rug check, nigga, let's punish the flooring

Up it, he fall like London