Let's Go

Got the membership in my pocket
I'm flying like a rocket
My wallet lined with profits
It's all clean ain't narcotics (It ain't)
I'm best in the game
Put some respect on my name
Cause I'm gonna rise to fame
The rest of y'all really lame (Lames)
It may all sound the same
But this ain't no fucking game
Step back cause u gonna go down in flames
Playing pickup run that game back
Like I'm running track
I got my bro's back
He like Kobe I'm like Shaq (3 Peat)
It don't matter cause my pockets fatter (Money)
Im on top so u gotta climb a ladder (Up high)
3 strikes u out and u the fucking batter (Yessir)
Carrying so much weight gotta see a chiropractor
Who the fuck are you
Walk a mile in my shoes
I may not get a lot views
But I'm still way better than you
Cause you know I'm a real G (Yeah I am)
And I get hella cheese
Imma bout to pull
I'm 17 and I don't give a fuck

This my song it's called Let's go
You don't wanna fuck with CLE Bando (You don't)
You in for a show (Yup)
Turn up the audio (Yup)
Yeah Bando
Let's go

Bitch I said let's go
Call that Petco
Im running to the bank about to get some fucking dough (Cash)
Then I'm finna hit a pose for a photo (Click click)
Take your money on the court play it slow-mo
So big you in my shadow (Little guy)
I don't fuck with niggas who be broke (Haha)
Just playing I love all my bros
I may not gotta lot of hoes
But I gotta lot of clothes
Hit you with a combo
Right on your nose
I don't like to fight but we can go toe to toe (Bones)
Now I'm getting checks (Money)
Lord knows I feel blessed
Once I take my final test
I'm heading out west (Cali)
I'm finna take the steps
My life won't be complex
Get ready to swing cause you know you on deck (Hey)
I'm fly like a turtleneck
I ain't dressing plain (What)
So much drip (What)
It might just rain (Ooh)

This my song it's called Let's go
You don't wanna fuck with CLE Bando (You don't)
You in for a show (Yup)
Turn up the audio (Yup)
Yeah Bando
Let's go

You know I'm from CLE
You can find me on map
When people call me trash
I'm like do you wanna get slapped
Then put on a hat (Yeah)
Or stop all the cap (Come on)
And shut your fucking trap cause all you do is yap (Shut it)
I know I'm not a pro
I ain't got that Polo flow (I don't)
But that ain't no need to be a goddamn hoe (Bitch)
I'm doing it for fun
So stop acting dumb (Come on)
I ain't get no bread all I get is crumbs (Yuh)
I ain't no gangsta I ain't got no guns (Yuh)
Something come my way I'm probably on the run
Cause that's just me
Name's Brandon and I'm 17
Built like a string bean
Of course I make fun of me
That is bad grammar
But I'm living carefree
You know Im sipping that Arizona Tea

This my song it's called Let's go
You don't wanna fuck with CLE Bando (You don't)
You in for a show (Yup)
Turn up the audio (Yup)
Yeah Bando
Let's go