[Intro: Bizzy Banks]
She Wanna Meet The Structure
Get Money
This is a Melo beat
Whoopty houndin'
Bizzy
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
She wanna meet the gang

[Chorus: Leeky G Bando]
She wanna meet the structures
I told her pull up the hound block
Got the chop in the party, your baba be on me
I'm walkin' I'm doing the hound bop
They know I keep a duffle
Don't make me call up CB to touch you
Look, I gotta keep a duffle
I got a chop ain't no need to tussle
T Cardi, T Cardi, Traphouse mob


[Verse 1: Leeky G Bando]
Females love when I rap bout the ladies
They can't get enough of the structure
Leeky Bando 2 hands on the kanky
Girl don’t trust me, I just turn around
Bust it open and suck it like pinky
Baby go and cook a n***a breakfast
Möet or Belaire for the beverage
Look, Christian Dior how I'm stepping
Yeezy, Givenchy I'm dressed in
The structure gang what I'm reppin'
That's structure, respect it
If it's credit, I accept it
Look, dropping my hat you get sent to the moon
Free all my structure my jets out the tomb
Brodie got locked for some shit he ain't do
Whoopty houndin'
You don't want problems on jet block
Baby come and match it if its sour
Big Grabba got my chest hot
All the legs welcome to the bando
Bring yo man and he catchin' a chest shot
Tell Nick "Aim it with a red dot"
I'ma set examples for the next opp
Dropping my hat you get sent to the moon
Don't care if you Folk, I don't care if you Woo
You want some smoke come down right get in tune
Oh that's your mans he get hit with you too
Whole lotta chops we gon pick what we choose
Only promotion you get is the news
Waiting with choppers in front of your school
He need a dot we dont play by the rules
Whoopty Houndin'
She fell in love with a gang member
I told her pull up to the Lamb’
She wanna party and drink with us
Me and Bizzy ain't paying for cabs
Think of that when you think about linking us
Me and Bizzy ain't paying for cabs (at all at all)
Think of that when you think about linking us

[Verse 2: Bizzy Banks]
She wanna meet the gang
She can hop in the jet or the Maybach
I ain't smoking no Tooka, these bitches love hookah
My n***a just swiped for like 8 racks
Got some shooters in Astons, shooters in rovers
You know I'm posted with straight hats
Got her jacking the movement, structure
In the pussy I feel like I'm Usher
Jerky in my system, I ain't close to sober
She ain't tryna ride it, told her bend it over
I been eating all day off this punchy
The way that I stroke it, she love me
I can't waste time with a bitch thats for n***as who down
What the fuck do I look like a custee?
She wanna link with leggings and vans and a crop top
Man, I know that she dusty
N***as they know me, bitch I be saucin'
With a TD call me Victor Cruz
But lately ya boy had to switch the moves
Cause I feel like Odell when I see ya crew
I was dippin' and dodgin'
2016 when it came to the breesh I was skippin' school
She getting wet cause a n***a smoove
If her friend a treesh, she can bring her too
I don't care if you GD, Choo
I don't care if you Woo or the locs
Disrespecting my gang, that's word to my brothers
You pull up, we leaving you smoked
That's structure, T cardi
Pump feen in the back of the 'Rari
Get a backwood I'm tired of Marley
Baby welcome to the party
[Chorus: Leeky G Bando]
She wanna meet the structures
I told her pull up the hound block
Got the chop in the party, your baba be on me
I'm walkin' I'm doing the hound bop
They know I keep a duffle
Don't make me call up CB to touch you
Look, I gotta keep a duffle
I got a chop ain't no need to tussle
T Cardi, T Cardi, Traphouse mob