Label said don't talk 'bout badness
Well, what's there to rap about?
Fans say I'm a rapper now
Still not the one, I'll slap him out
One hand on her hair, got her screamin', Bando
Ol' Bando got her tappin' out
No scrappin' now
Big way-way, no cappin' now
You know you do it bad like Usher
Young and turnt, give half to my mother
I pray every night for my brother
I got him 'til death, got him like no other
I can't make you my baby mother
So I pull out and bust on the cover
Bussa, shutter
Littest right now so the opps didn't suffer
(Ay, realness)
So if I die you gon' hide, don't ride, don't lie
Used to ride all night, that's right
Tryna make man lean like dirty Sprite
I was 15 tryna be that guy
Turned 17 then I was that guy
(Still that guy)
No lie, no lie, no lie
Money can't buy you the world
But it sure can buy you a brand new watch
You ain't ever had to run down a opp
See the whole road tryna run and push
Manage my ting like my broski Mus
Driving skills, gotta give it to Kush
If I had feds running me down
Ain't got to dash the whole pack in the bush
(Yo, Bando)
I still see my cats and give them change
Out there tryna do an exchange
Then ask for grub, these cats won't change
Strange
Backroad ting, won't do on the mains
Play with the fire, you're gonna get flamed
Chest shot, neck shot, get in your brain
Hella ketchup when they get wet up
Body zipped up, can't get up
Free Slim Jim, keep your head up
I love it on T, think broski's fed up
Richer than them, get your bread up
Bread up, bread up, bread up
I love it on T 'cause he's fed up
Fed up, fed up, fed up
(Ay, realness)
So if I die you gon' hide, don't ride, don't lie
Used to ride all night, that's right
Tryna make man lean like dirty Sprite
I was 15 tryna be that guy
Turned 17 then I was that guy
(Still that guy)
No lie, no lie, no lie
First things first
If gang see a opp, reverse, reverse
Disperse, disperse
Burst that shirts, fly out the dirty perch
Really make money and it hurts these nerds
Free Slim Jim, didn't deserve his bird
We lurk, we lurk
Scared these curbs, you could call me Ls was lucky first
Uh, you don't know the half
Dig out your chest and not firmin' it
Big bad gyal, oh, Lord
She want get clot, arch up, inserting it
Bruck down car, lurking it
Rich estate, am I purging it?
Find us a verbalist, burst at him
Two dum-dums tryna put him in the permanent
Y-you ain't never flew out the ride movin' violent
Bootings and knifings, everyone's frightened
I told my bro, "Don't make no noise"
Then we creep up on 'em and then do man silent
'017 when they had me indicted
Everyone banging their doors 'til I'm island
Come out the can, they got frightened
Shanks and waps in the ride, combine 'em
B-baddie on Nizzy, yeah she's tryna get busy
I told little bro, "Go grab it"
One time done a drill, didn't plan it
My older bro telling me "Chill, you're a hazard" (I know)
Just focus on rapping, I know he's not cappin'
Get to the bag, no slackin'
Now and again you might find me in Hackers
Quay back then it was Dallas (you know)
(Ay, realness)
So if I die you gon' hide, don't ride, don't lie
Used to ride all night, that's right
Tryna make man lean like dirty Sprite
I was 15 tryna be that guy
Turned 17 then I was that guy
(Still that guy)
No lie, no lie, no lie
(Ay, realness)
(So if I die you gon' hide, don't ride, don't lie)
(Used to ride all night, that's right)
(Tryna make man lean like dirty Sprite)
(I was 15 tryna be that guy)
(Turned 17 then I was that guy)
(Still that guy)
(No lie, no lie, no lie)