[Intro: Bandhunta Izzy]
Look, 'bout to keep it real (Shh)
[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this bitch keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my niggas crip, that's how it be
I don't know them niggas that's tellin' them niggas they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that shit be free
My young niggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these niggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G
I don't hang around with a lot of niggas, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't nothin', bitch
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, policе come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin', bitch, we done with it
[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzy]
"Izzy on some hot shit, Izzy on some opp shit"
Nah, bitch, you fuckin' with them niggas I don't rock with
Y'all be on some cop shit, tell them boys we shootin' first
Dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
You wanna fuck with me, hit the road with me? I got the bale
You want a quarter-key, you want a quarter-P? I got the scale
I can't work with Cho, he too lazy, movin' like a snail
Brodie just got home, he on niggas' ass like he in jail
Left wrist, VVSes, niggas cap, Mitchell Nesses
Milli' step, please don't test this, ass fat, she from Texas
Niggas don't play with me 'cause niggas know this shit ain't fake, my boy
Hoppin' out with Dracs, I wanna see how this bitch shake my boy
Let me hit it next, I'm tryna see how that bitch shake, my boy
We both had hit it raw, so please don't tell me that bitch late, my boy
Nasty, I don't know what these bitches thought, but please don't put it past me
Ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
Look, 'bout to keep it real (Shh)
[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this bitch keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my niggas crip, that's how it be
I don't know them niggas that's tellin' them niggas they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that shit be free
My young niggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these niggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G
I don't hang around with a lot of niggas, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't nothin', bitch
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, policе come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin', bitch, we done with it
[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzy]
"Izzy on some hot shit, Izzy on some opp shit"
Nah, bitch, you fuckin' with them niggas I don't rock with
Y'all be on some cop shit, tell them boys we shootin' first
Dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
You wanna fuck with me, hit the road with me? I got the bale
You want a quarter-key, you want a quarter-P? I got the scale
I can't work with Cho, he too lazy, movin' like a snail
Brodie just got home, he on niggas' ass like he in jail
Left wrist, VVSes, niggas cap, Mitchell Nesses
Milli' step, please don't test this, ass fat, she from Texas
Niggas don't play with me 'cause niggas know this shit ain't fake, my boy
Hoppin' out with Dracs, I wanna see how this bitch shake my boy
Let me hit it next, I'm tryna see how that bitch shake, my boy
We both had hit it raw, so please don't tell me that bitch late, my boy
Nasty, I don't know what these bitches thought, but please don't put it past me
Ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
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