[Intro: Fr33Bandit]
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[Verse 1: Fr33Bandit]
Nigas fake, they gon' envy (Like, what?)
Up the knocks, tryna shoot till it's empty (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ain't a killer, I hope you don't tempt me
I knew since a baby this shit just been in me (Like, what?)
And I know n***as plottin' to end me
So I keep two chops, thirty shots in the semi (At all)
I was broke, got a check (Like, what?)
[?] nights, now they sayin' I'm next (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Opp can't walk, got hit in his neck (Like, what?)
Shots out the TEC, I don't take disrespect (Disrespect)
I'm a stomper so watch who you step (Like, what?)
[?] tryna score like a Net' (Like a Net')
Shorty shake it, now she wet
Ain't tryna sex, girl, I only want neck (Like, what?)
Shorty shake it, now she wet
Ain't tryna sex, girl, I only want neck (Only want neck)
Step in the spot, it get active, clap him
Spliff a n***a, tryna pack him (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Stay with sitchy, they ain't catchin' me lackin'
Static, .40 make him tap [?] (Grrah)
Give her a Perc', now she shakin' and breakin' it
Baby, givin' me a lap dance (Grrah-grrah, boom)
We see a opp, I told brodie, "Keep clickin' it" (Like, what?)
Till we turn him to a pack strain (Aah)
[Verse 2: Quelly Woo]
Keep clickin' till it jam up
Lu-Lu phone but he didn't answer (Lu-Lu, Lu-Lu, Lu-Lu)
Catch a dizzy, I'ma up the hammer, like
Remind 'em n***as why they dancin' (Gllah-gllah)
Pour a four in my Fanta
TP hawk a n***a like Atlanta (Uh-huh)
Can't wait till I catch a Choo
All my opps broke, they gotta get they bands up (Pussy)
Hop out the V, start blastin'
If I get booked, I don't know what they askin', like
Heart cold like an Alaskan
Dig in the Beamer, I hope I don't 'mack it (Like)
Lil' baddie, she very attractive (Uh-huh), like
She jackin' the shit that I'm jackin' (She do)
Smooth Criminal, Michael Jacskon
Keep a G, can't get caught lackin'

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
TP, Bandit, we cause havoc
Bend your block with automatics (Gllah-gllah), like
I mix the Rah wit' the LuLu
Smokin' Rah-Lu, I'm a addict
I feel like Ryu wit' the hammer
.40 her [?] cause damage
Nicky ashes, that shit tragic
Nicky ashes, that shit tragic (Nicky!)
[Verse 3: Fr33Bandit]
Who that? That's a opp, now I'm clickin'
.45 like I'm Jordan, bro tote on a Pippen (Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Walk Down Gang tryna knock off his biscuit
Caught a opp, had him runnin' and slippin' (Runnin' and slippin')
[?] got aim, bet my life he ain't missin' (Like, what?)
Get back for your gang, like, stop wit' the dissin'
Like, smooch want a rub, now I'm all in her mentions (Like, what?)
Like, boy talk hot, get wet, we gon' drench him

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
TP, Bandit, we cause havoc
Bend your block with automatics (Gllah-gllah-gllah)
I mix the Rah wit' the LuLu
Smokin' Rah-Lu, I'm a addict
I feel like Ryu wit' the hammer
.40 her [?] cause damage
Nicky ashes, that shit tragic
Nicky ashes, that shit tragic (Nicky!)