Bandemic

Aye, look
He in the blunt
Mix it with Runtz then spit on the ashes
smoke in my lungs

My shooter a demon & hands on
You play with that money then you getting transformed
Dimeblock what I stand on
If u gettin' money then u put your mans on
I could show u how real it get
1200 I get you wacked for a stimulus
Aim at his top, finish em
We put that boy in a box for that bread no Sicilian (uhh)
Gotta new pack, so I steam up
We throwing shots at whoever try creep up
We leave em stiff like the cleaners
I gotta box of them shells no Adidas
They going broke tryna keep up
Speak on the dead thats a peter (hold on wait)
Always tell my shooter if u catch em lackin'
don't give em no pass, bleed em
Gotta do em bad leave em
Niggas talkin' trash beat em
It would never stop till we even
Everything A P
they never D'IN
I gotta stack it
I been had the drop
niggas talkin' like they movin' tactic
He took advantage
Cause my shooter dancing sturdy,
so he got blasted
Im in the drop with the baddest
I just copped me a rod but I ain't never flash it
Only come out for the static
Aim for his head cause I know that he cappin'
He in a blunt (he in a what)
Mix em with Runtz then spit on the ashes smoke in my lungs

(grrrrrr bop bop bop)

And I gotta lot to lose in this Bandemic
Hell cat with them bands in it
I know they like how Im coming
if I didn't fuck on ya hoe then my mans hit it
Niggas be scoffin' he took a flight
so I know that nigga ain't land with it
If I call up bro he on bad timing
he gon' run in ya spot make em blam in it
Hold on
I call the shots its regular
I can't be humble no more gotta level up
If we neva seen em before check his temperature
Act out, we send em up
That money is evil
but thats the only thing a nigga trust, yeah
That money is evil
but thats the only thing a nigga trust
I done put on for the block
i'm really steppin' on shit gotta wait till I drop,
hold on
Can't do what I do but they all on my cock
that's dead wrong
4th quarter,
I'm Kobe in clutch I'm the nigga they bet on
KD KD
I stick to script, I'm puttin' out hits,
I ain't ride no wave, I kept going.
Stop me,
I made a stain in my city in Queens I'm top 3
But I be too humble
half of these rappers be wack
so I gotta get cocky look
Niggas be broke don't watch me
you ain't gettin' money I know ya body
KD keep a knot in his pocket
I hit the gas in the stu then I lock in look.
It ain't no kizzy,
these niggas wanna be like me
She wanna fuck with me
she wanna bag from Dior
but she is not wifey
Shorty a treesh. Im gettin' back to the old me
Hardy for life I put on for the broski
I got my boy on a chain
next one ima cop only right ima ohdee