[Intro: Leeky G Bando]
Yoz, what you telling me?
Uh, when I get in my freestyle mode (G Bando Jordan)
Uh, like
When I'm feelin' my mixtape mode
[Pre-Chorus: Leeky G Bando]
Know them Structure ni**as got the city hot, uh
Pull up on any block, uh, like
And we still got them GLAs switching lanes
They ain't believe when I say that we up next, uh
Know them ni**as upset, uh, like
'Cause my ni**as came to take over the game
[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I make the city hot in this b*tch, uh
We keep the pistol co*ked
We on any block in this b*tch
We make 'em Milly Rock in this sh*t
We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot
If he moving Wock' in this b*tch
.357, baby, don't trip
Oh, he trust demon? No, he won't miss
I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying, then we gon' divide 'em
Take out they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding
That ni**a pussy, he need some guidance, like
I know he ain't riding
Only get low when I hear them sirens
If I get caught, then I'm staying silent, like
[Verse: Leeky G Bando]
It ain't fair to me, uh
They don't care for me no more
Ask me, "Bando, baby, why you ballin' out?"
Dubai ain't here with me no more
That's why I be in Louis V every day
Bizzy say we wearing Gucci like it's Js
Mike Amiri jeans, Cartier shades
Shawty used to dub me, now she in my face
I was ballin' like my ni**a Blaze
I done fu*ked around, caught a case
Tell 'em don't fu*k around, uh
I'll still shoot a ni**a in his face
See I got on Louis V, so she choosing me, uh
She think I'm a stain
But I got the Glock, keep it on my waist
Shawty, don't get shot for a blue face
[Bridge: Leeky G Bando]
Shawty, don't get shot for these blue faces, uh
Grinding to the top, tryna dodge the hatred, uh, like
They got the cops tryna build a trace
Finna bond out on the case
Brand new opp, get 'em out the way
And we still poppin' Rosé cases
[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I make the city hot in this b*tch, uh
We keep the pistol co*ked
We on any block in this b*tch
We make 'em Milly Rock in this sh*t
We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot
If he moving Wock' in this b*tch
.357, baby, don't trip
Oh, he trust demon? No, he won't miss
I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying, then we gon' divide 'em
Take out they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding
That ni**a pussy, he need some guidance, like
I know he ain't riding
Only get low when I hear them sirens
If I get caught, then I'm staying silent, like