Bandhunta sh** man
Look
My n***as they savage, no 21
You say you a savage, don't own a gun
Might feel like some dope when it's on the one
Pull up on me, I'm shootin', you n***as run
Boy better keep his composure
My n***as they know I'm a soldier
Run up on me then b**h I'ma bust his a**
Better think, if you don't then it's over
I was just runnin' my bands up
Runnin' my bands up, runnin' my bands up
My blicky is on me like right now
That's why I keep pulling my pants up
I stay with a bag like I'm Santa
n***as keep calling, no answer
b**h I be balling, no cancer
Pull a mood and my n***as will blam you
This b**h that I got, she so mean
The head had me leaning, promethazine
Used to post on the block in my seven jeans
Copped a revolver at seventeen
Baby you know that I get it
I'm rappin' 'cause b**h, you know that I live it
b**hes they loving the swag
They telling me boy you know that you drippin'
b**hes they say I'm a dog
Still they be showing me love
Got n***as that's posted up L&G
Them n***as be callin' me cuz
Think I just found me a plug
I hope that his sh** for the low
sh** if he tax on the d**
sh** then I'm gettin' him smoked
Spin through your block like a ceiling fan
b**hes like Izzy he been the man
My n***a just found him a lick
I was like f** it, go get him then
Ugly lil b**h, head was the sh**
But damnit I love when she deep throat
I love when it's cold, Izzy but why?
That chopper can fit in my peacoat
My n***as is sicker than chemo
Dressed in all black like an emo
The forty I got is so loud
That b**h wake up up like a ringtone
Sending some shots at your hating a**
Beam on the blicky, lil n***a play laser tag
Go on the mission to take him out
But f** it, I'm still putting on the mask
Taking shots and the shells put him on his a**
Send the picture, the k**ers be on him fast
They catching him quick, better make it last
'Cause them k**ers be lurking to get the cash
Swag dripping, dripping sauce
Catching plays, Randy Moss
Real n***a, different cloth
Bluffing n***as, shake 'em off
They know that I'm hot as a fever
Your b**h want my dick, you should leave her
I stay fresh as sh** like I'm Easter
She swallow me up, she an eater
Running bands, running bands
Pulled up and did the running man
Cutting grams, cutting grams
In the trap, you wouldn't understand
Get the profit, f** it up
Hit the trap, I'm 'bout to run it up
n***a what? you plotting on me?
Man this n***a really dumb as f**
I was just broke but I'm straight
Betty crocker, I'm making that cake
I'm banging on n***as like Blake
No exercise, I'm holding weight
What they call me, Lil Izzy
My brother named Shy, no Glizzy
Keep it a hundred, no fifty
We got thirties hanging out the blicky