OG Parker - Commando lyrics

[Produced by OG Parker & Deko] [Intro: Takeoff] They said it was called the trap But on the north side we call it the bando Yeen' know Naw for real [Hook: Takeoff] All my n***as turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin' for I'm bout to start extorting n***as for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same n***as brought Versace to the centerfold Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll If you can buy the car then why the f** you rent it for All of my n***as they ready to get you and hit you and flip you And never leave no witnesses to see you And if you, thinkin' ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister That chopper hit you, having a seizure I been teaching n***as lingo like I'm a teacher Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa f**ed ‘em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature All of my b**hes they piped up and conceited [Verse 1: Takeoff] Ta-Ta-Takeoff All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl I got the key unlock the game on lock like a cheat code f** a bad b**h, I'm f**ing with the fleek hoes And I'd never give my soul up for a bankroll n***as get lucky standing right there by the rainbow No rain though, I'm in the Yung Rich Nation raincoat Good aim though, that red dot right up at your Kangol Looking in my DM and I see your main ho You know we the ones that came up with the bando Them boys talking ‘bout the boards on the windows When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door f**, 12!, running out the back door The ring on my pinky is bigger than a globe Skippa Da Flippa done flipped a n***a, never fold Piping up in front of your b**h, you get elbowed Ping pong, hit a n***a with the ring on Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it's your theme song So many pints in my crib, it's a lean home I'm so high I just need a wall to lean on Phone home, get so stoned when we gone Cookie smoking, the ozone, rich snowcone Mink, it cost five, I leave the coat on b**h time to get your roll on Clap a n***a with the Ric Flair robe on Hold on [Hook: Takeoff] All my n***as turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin' for I'm bout to start extorting n***as for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same n***as brought Versace to the centerfold Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll If you can buy the car then why the f** you rent it for All of my n***as they ready to get you and hit you and flip you And never leave no witnesses to see you And if you, thinkin' ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister That chopper hit you, having a seizure I been teaching n***as lingo like I'm a teacher Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa f**ed ‘em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature All of my b**hes they piped up and conceited [Verse 2: Offset] Offset! Semi-automatic out the window of the Caddy I know this sh** is tragic, toss your b**h up like a salad Walk up in the Mansion, I just made a money pilin' Trappin' out the bando, selling crack up in the alley I sent my young n***as, I got Foo with the tool Contemplating should I drop a four or drop a deuce Heard you a real slick looking for a good lick But my n***as ain't going for the bullsh** I got the stick, n***a don't trip n***a run up in your house and tying up your b**h Boot up that b**h in the morning on grits J's at the bando in the morning, got to fix I'm sitting on the pedestal, my diamonds look impeccable Your b**h s**ing my dick just like an edible Make her take a physical like medical f**ing b**hes over, she like it's a miracle You n***as don't even know I got some pain in me Missing my grandma, wish she could sing to me A lot of dirt I did, I got some shame in me When I'm pulling up I drop the brain on it Came in the game with the fashion statement We dropped Versace, the fame it came quick Got to stay focused, consistent, don't quit Brick on my wrist and it make me a lick [Hook: Takeoff] All my n***as turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin' for I'm bout to start extorting n***as for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same n***as brought Versace to the centerfold Take off on the plug, I hit him with the finger roll If you can buy the car then why the f** you rent it for All of my n***as they ready to get you and hit you and flip you And never leave no witnesses to see you And if you, thinkin' ‘bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister That chopper hit you, having a seizure I been teaching n***as lingo like I'm a teacher Mamacita, she looking like a picture of Mona Lisa f**ed ‘em up with the dab, so we goin' up on the feature All of my b**hes they piped up and conceited [Verse 3: Quavo] Quavo The way they took a n***a's dab I want to smack a n***a Knock a n***a's lights out, uncle whack a n***a These n***as made out of plastic like a action figure I can't kick it with your b**h, I ain't no Falcon's kicker Young n***a in the hood eating Honey-sicles I'ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle n***a I ain't gotta flex, I'm a real n***a I know n***as in the bando still trapping nickles Pop a perc, you think I'm Marshawn eating Skittles Everybody still comparing Migos to the Beatles Who the f** you think you scaring with that lil Nina? Call my n***as and they pulling up like Al-Qaeda Damn I mean Al-Qaeda, spray ‘em like a firefighter For f**ing with the albino, feeling like Mekhi Phifer n***as having ghostwriters, stripes like I'm Tony Tiger Migo gang the three igniters, then they try to doubt us I know you remember the titans I know we got the touch like we work for Midas Light my cookie with the purple in it like the Vikings Came from a long road, you the one that starts hitchhiking I pour a gla** of water ‘cause you wanna pop a Vicodin I open up the door, she said damn my mans you're frightening Spikes on my shoe, yeah I'm Christian Lou, Mike-ing it Where's Quavo? b**h I'm in another continent