Bacc and Forth (feat. Bandhunta Jugg)

We pull up with four sticks and four .30's

Yeah, that's a hunnid twenty of them hollows

I was just jugging, work out in the city

Selling them drugs, Izzy El Chapo

Bitch, what's the motto

No, we don't beef on no blunts

That's some sucker shit, ****

That's some buster shit, ****

I should bust your shit, ****, I'm done with this ****

Bro told me chill but I couldn't

Had to just throw on the hoodie, put on the mask

Had to just load up the mag

Had to just put on the gloves, cover the tats

First degree murder, Izzy done did it

.223's, they'll knock off his fitted

Tell me I'm wicked, tell me I'm evil

I just say that I was growing up different

Fuck that, I say we was growing up twisted

Got plates in the sink but no food on the dishes

Mama seen what I did, got suspicious

I'm sorry, mom, tryna run up these digits

We'll pull up on 'em with the chopper

I got a lotta shooters on my roster

They gon' say put me in

Then they gon' spend a band like they seen a body shot at

But I ain't Jamaican, don't get it mistaken

'Cause a **** still crazy

All these bands I'm 'bout to rake in, this shit for the takin'

Think I'm gonna need a banker, damn

But I don't trust no banks, so I put them racks up in the mattress

Just stacking up like it's Tetris

All them bands, I'm getting profit, ****, I don't pay no taxes

I don't pay no taxes, bitch, I was trapping

Phone ringing like a bitch

Look at my face tat, it's a Glock .26

With a .30 in the clip

Same glizzy that I got right now

Same glizzy that I use on your round

Same **** from the block on the trap

You the same **** from the circus of clown

Run, run down on a man, I'm putting him down

Duct tape, better not make a sound

My glock got seventeen fifty rounds

Yeah, what you talking 'bout now?

**** say they getting money

I came in your block, man, that **** was bluffing

Say you, say you got them hunnids

I'm running down on a ****, I'm clutch

Hugo ****, bitch, I've been a buzz

Louie belt with my Nina Ross

Henny in me got me, 'bout to smash

Leave me alone 'cause, bitch, I'm in my bag

I just be doing my thing, aye

Please do not move in my lane, aye

Got a AR in the K, aye

So I write the alphabet, aye, aye

Sound like the alphabet, aye, aye

B, you don't want to see me

I slide through your block with the D.E.

Bow, shooting like T.V.

G, this shit is easy

See clear like H.D.

B, I sold like eight Ps

Ice be so cold like a A.C.

Can't you see that **** spazzing?

Chopper in my hand, you know that I'm blasting

Can't you see that ****'s ratchet?

Don't care your situation, ****, I'm taxing

'Cause I need me a fraction

Whatever you are making, we go and starts the tracking

I hop out that pussy, then I hop back in

Tell lil' baby I want it from the back end

Since we talking 'bout math

I'm adding my profit, I flip it, I multiply

I shoot him straight in his eyes

That **** was smooth, I don't know how I saw a guy

I keep me a shooter with me

I don't do no regular bitch, yeah, the ruler with me

I'm really a shorty ****

I invite my bitch over, I got me a cougar with me

(Yeah, ****, fuck around with you dumbass ****, man)

(Fifty round drum, thirty round drum)

(A hunnid round drum in this bitch right now)

(Fuck you talking 'bout?)

(Sound like a muhfucking auction in this bitch, you heard me)

(Baltimore shit, ****)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you heard the fuck my brother said, ****

Fifty round, thirty round, hunnid round, ****

Sound like a motherfucking auction, ****

Come get what you could afford, you bitch ass ****

Bandhunta shit really the motherfucking murder team, if you fucking with me