[Bandokay:] I’m in the 9 tryna fish, no quorn And if you don’t run, get filled with corn T-shirts get torn, this shotgun sawn Chop it the same size as Swarmz Yawn, Bando from morning to morn With a bad B, her back come big like storm Civilians all bibbing their horn Got me spinning this coupe for my brown skin jawn
[Double Lz:] I don’t talk on the glide, man’s silent And my heart’s fully in when I’m riding Run man down ’til a paigon vomits Long samurai, tryna ching where his mind is SJ tryna bun two yutes Three car doors get popped when we’re sliding What you know about your Rambo coming unscrewed So you twist it ’til it’s tightened
[SJ:] I’m in Edmonton Green where these guys don’t be Gold teeth and this mash gon’ beat I’m on the Abz with a pumpy beat But it’s calm ’cause they still get filled with sweets Cheap, all these machines ain’t cheap See an opp on the glide and get smoked for free Peak, now let’s watch a pussyhole leak Cock it and jump out, and see Turna skeet
[Bandokay:] My broski wan’ spill some juice Let’s hit the opp block, I’m with you too Let’s do it in twos, drill from coupes Bandokay, loose screwed Blacked out in the 9 with two Don’t look in the light, don’t know who’s who This sweet one’s tryna go on rude Now she’s up in my DM’s going on cute
[Double Lz:] Hop out the-hop out the ride, make it beat like Madara Pull up in the 2’s, everyting get badded up Lil Jojo times two, he had ’nuff Swear down [?] didn’t work on his stamina Three man squashed in the back, no cap S was good, he was sitting in the passenger Pull up in Farm then we rise these hammers up Lean out quick, double tap, bro bang it off
[SJ:] In my head it was me in the 9 Now it’s me in the 9, I think it’s deja vu Broski off this roof And loaded waps up in this blacked out coupe When you rap, put your mic on mute You don’t mash no work so don’t lie in the booth SJ, I spit too much fire in the booth It’s not like The Endgame, can’t call it truce