[Intro: Leeky G Bando]
Yoz, what you telling me?
Uh, when I get in my freestyle mode (G Bando Jordan)
Uh, like
When I'm feelin' my mixtape mode

[Pre-Chorus: Leeky G Bando]
Know them Structure n***as got the city hot, uh
Pull up on any block, uh, like
And we still got them GLAs switching lanes
They ain't believe when I say that we up next, uh
Know them n***as upset, uh, like
'Cause my n***as came to take over the game

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I make the city hot in this bitch, uh
We keep the pistol cocked
We on any block in this bitch
We make 'em Milly Rock in this shit
We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot
If he moving Wock' in this bitch
.357, baby, don't trip
Oh, he trust demon? No, he won't miss
I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying, then we gon' divide 'em
Take out they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding
That n***a pussy, he need some guidance, like
I know he ain't riding
Only get low when I hear them sirens
If I get caught, then I'm staying silent, like
[Verse: Leeky G Bando]
It ain't fair to me, uh
They don't care for me no more
Ask me, "Bando, baby, why you ballin' out?"
Dubai ain't here with me no more
That's why I be in Louis V every day
Bizzy say we wearing Gucci like it's Js
Mike Amiri jeans, Cartier shades
Shawty used to dub me, now she in my face
I was ballin' like my n***a Blaze
I done fucked around, caught a case
Tell 'em don't fuck around, uh
I'll still shoot a n***a in his face
See I got on Louis V, so she choosing me, uh
She think I'm a stain
But I got the Glock, keep it on my waist
Shawty, don't get shot for a blue face

[Bridge: Leeky G Bando]
Shawty, don't get shot for these blue faces, uh
Grinding to the top, tryna dodge the hatred, uh, like
They got the cops tryna build a trace
Finna bond out on the case
Brand new opp, get 'em out the way
And we still poppin' Rosé cases
[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I make the city hot in this bitch, uh
We keep the pistol cocked
We on any block in this bitch
We make 'em Milly Rock in this shit
We let the semi pop, Luv gon' send a shot
If he moving Wock' in this bitch
.357, baby, don't trip
Oh, he trust demon? No, he won't miss
I tell my shooters start sliding (Sliding)
If they multiplying, then we gon' divide 'em
Take out they plug, the one who providing
Big dog, I do the deciding
That n***a pussy, he need some guidance, like
I know he ain't riding
Only get low when I hear them sirens
If I get caught, then I'm staying silent, like