[Intro: Bandhunta Izzy]
Look, 'bout to keep it real (Shh)

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this bitch keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my n***as crip, that's how it be
I don't know them n***as that's tellin' them n***as they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that shit be free
My young n***as on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these n***as heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G
I don't hang around with a lot of n***as, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't nothin', bitch
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, policе come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin', bitch, we done with it

[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzy]
"Izzy on some hot shit, Izzy on some opp shit"
Nah, bitch, you fuckin' with them n***as I don't rock with
Y'all be on some cop shit, tell them boys we shootin' first
Dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
You wanna fuck with me, hit the road with me? I got the bale
You want a quarter-key, you want a quarter-P? I got the scale
I can't work with Cho, he too lazy, movin' like a snail
Brodie just got home, he on n***as' ass like he in jail
Left wrist, VVSes, n***as cap, Mitchell Nesses
Milli' step, please don't test this, ass fat, she from Texas
N***as don't play with me 'cause n***as know this shit ain't fake, my boy
Hoppin' out with Dracs, I wanna see how this bitch shake my boy
Let me hit it next, I'm tryna see how that bitch shake, my boy
We both had hit it raw, so please don't tell me that bitch late, my boy
Nasty, I don't know what these bitches thought, but please don't put it past me
Ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
[Interlude: G Perico]
What's happenin', though?
G Perico, Bandhunta Izzy
Third-letter bangers, know what I'm sayin'?
Keep one in the chamber, danger

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Biggie Smalls, Versace shades coverin' up my eyelids
In the streets, it ain't no peace, 'cause all my city know is violence
We gon' take 'em on a chase if the police get behind us
Outta town they call 'em "12," in LA they call 'em "Johnny"
What make n***as get they act right? Flatline
Leave your cell phone at home 'cause it be pingin' off the satellite
Baby make my toes curl, I like the way she suck my dick
If I gotta use a rubber, then I'm probably not gon' hit
Nasty, I was blowin' kisses when I caught the bitch in traffic
She was sendin' texts like, "G, let me have it"
I ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm ratchet
When it come to this crip shit, bitch, I'm a classic
Steelz

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Keep it lowkey, fuck with me, I fuck with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this bitch keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my n***as crip, that's how it be
I don't know them n***as that's tellin' them n***as they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that shit be free
My young n***as on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these n***as heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G
I don't hang around with a lot of n***as, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that pussy ain't nothin', bitch
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, police come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, we talkin', bitch, we done with it