[Verse 1]
Niggas' bitches choosing 'cause we poppin' now
Get up out your feelings and kill it with all that talking loud
That boy ain't active, he rappin' 'bout shit he not about
Ain't shooting from no seat, bounce out on feet, I'm tryna walk him down (CYOUNG on the beat)
I ain't playing 'bout my chicken, where my money, bitch?
Jesus is my witness, you get flipped for doing funny shit
That last skit, I can’t even rap about what we did
Man down, man down, it’s a messy murder on 25th
[Chorus]
See a opp and get to poppin', that’s all for the bag
Said he took a trip through 25th but I'm calling it cap
Ain't earned that cape behind his name, I ain't calling him that
Ain't really shit to do up in the pen', just squabble and rap
My brother died, when we catching suckers, we shooting 'em
This nigga just don’t listen, mama don’t know what to do with him
Remember they were saying, "Fuck Bandit", no, I ain't cool with 'em
And now they like, "I know Bandit, I went to school with him"
I be ducking from the police and moving on the low-key 'cause everybody know me (Yeah)
The first skit I ever did, I ain't get no sleep
Same bitches in my DMs them bitches that used to ghost me
Ayy, suckers, they hiding shit, it's 'bout time
Let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a nigga outlined
I get it cracking on mackin', I'm really 'bout mines
Got thirty in a 40, just praying somebody outside
[Verse 2]
We see a sucker, we gon' pop shots
You never hit a opp block, you folded when you got caught
The streets is cold, I keep a heater when it’s not hot
The suckers want my head just like Buddha, said I'm a Top vibe
They think them disses finna hurt me
They homies in the dirt deep, lil' mama tryna slurp me
You doing shit a nigga did when I was thirteen
Bounce out with a hoodie and do my boogie on 1st Street
Any nigga wanna squabble can fight the stick
Gave the bitch a hug and grabbed her ass, I don't like to kiss
I risk it all up for the Benjis, my life is his
Your homie died sliding for you, would you slide for him? (CYOUNG on the beat)
Lil' bad bitch, she throw good and she fine and shit
Free Tc, that on hood, bitch, what’s mine is his
It’s all good in the hood every night with Crips
Got put on to smoke wood, he don’t slide for shit
It's five mags and nine straps, better hide the kids
We park up and bounce out, I don't slide to miss
You go down in the ground where the fighters is
He just cry and don’t slide, it’s just life for him
Lil' freak bitch, she eat dick and she nice and thick
If you bad and get cash, you my type of bitch
And we got switches for lil' bitches who like to snitch
Ain't clutch a pole to fight? You gon' lose your life for a flying fish
[Chorus]
See a opp and get to poppin', that’s all for the bag
Said he took a trip through 25th but I'm calling it cap
Ain't earned that cape behind his name, I ain't calling him that
Ain't really shit to do in the pen, just squabble and rap
My brother died, when we catch those suckers, we shooting 'em
This nigga just don’t listen, mama don’t know what to do with him
Remember they were saying, "Fuck Bandit", no, I ain't cool with 'em
And now they like, "I know Bandit, I went to school with him"
I be ducking from the police and moving on the low-key 'cause everybody know me
The first skit I ever did, I ain't get no sleep
Same bitches in my DMs them bitches that used to ghost me
Ayy, suckers, they hiding shit, it's 'bout time
Let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a nigga outlined
I get it cracking on makin', I'm really 'bout mines
Got thirty in a 40, just praying somebody outside
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