Bandhunta Izzy - Bacc And Forth lyrics

We pull up with four sticks and four thirties Yeah that's a hundred twenty them hollows I was just jugging work out in the city Selling them d**, Izzy El Chapo Business the motto, no we don't beef 'bout no broads That's some s**er sh** n***a That that buster sh** n***a I should bust your sh** n***a I'm done with this n***a Bro told me chill but I couldn't Had to just throw on a hoodie, put on a mask Had to just load up the MAC Had to just put on the gloves, cover the tats First degree murder, really done did it Two-two-threes, they'll knock off his fitted Taught me I'm wicked, taught me I'm evil I just say that I was growing up different f** did I say, we was growing up twisted Got plates in the sink but no food on the dishes Mother seen what I did, got suspicious I'm sorry ma, I'm tryna run up these digits We'll pull up on 'em with the chopper I got a lot of shooters on my roster They gon' say put me in Then they gon' spend a band like a scene up outta Shottas But I ain't Jamaican, don't get it mistaken 'Cause a n***a still crazy All these bands, I'm 'bout to rake in this sh** for the taking Think I'm gonna need a banker, damn But I don't trust no bank So I put them racks up in the mattress Still stacking up like it's Tetris All them bands, I'm getting profit n***a, I don't pay no taxes No I don't pay no taxes, b**h I was trapping Brrt, phone ringing like a b**h Look at my face tat, it's a Glock twenty-six, with a thirty in the clip Same glizzy that I got right now Same glizzy that I use on your round Same n***a on the block from the trap You the same n***a from the circus of clowns Run down on 'em and I'm puttin' em down Duct tape, better not make a sound I got a Glock seventeen, fifty rounds Yeah, what you talkin' 'bout now? n***as say they gettin' money I came on your block, man that n***a was bluffing Say, you say you got them hundreds I'm running down on a n***a, I'm clutching Hugo n***a, b**h I been a boss Louis belt with my nina ross Henny in me, got me 'bout to spazz Leave me 'lone 'cause b**h I'm in my bag I just be doing my thing, ayy You should not move in my lane, ayy Got an AR and the K, ayy Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy B, you don't want to see me I slide through your block with the D-E Bow, shootin' like TV G, this sh** is easy See, clear like HD B, I sold like eight P's Ice be so cold like an AC Can't you see that n***a spazzing? Chopper in my hand, you know that I'm blasting Can't you see that n***as rachet? Don't care your situation, n***a I'm taxing 'Cause I need me a fraction Whatever you making we gon' start subtracting I hop out that p**y then I hop back Tell lil baby I want it from the back end Since we talkin' 'bout math I'm adding my profit, I flip it, I multiply I shoot him straight in his eye That n***a was smooth, I don't know how I saw the guy I keep me a shooter with me I don't do no regular, b**h yeah the shooter with me I'm really a shorty n***a I like my b**h old, I got me a cougar with me Yeah n***a, f** wrong with you dumb a** n***as man Fifty round drum, thirty round drum, hundred round drum in this b**h right now f** you talkin' 'bout, sound like a motherf**in' auction in this b**h, you heard me Baltimore sh** n***a Yeah yeah yeah, you heard what the f** my brother said n***a Fifty round, thirty round, hundred round n***a Sound like a motherf**ing auction n***a Come get what you can afford b**h a** n***a Bandhunta sh** Really the motherf**in' murder team if you f** with us