bandhunta izzy, g perico & steelz – a to c lyrics
[verse 1: bandhunta izzy]
keep it lowkey, f+ck with me, i f+ck with you, you stuck with me
i can’t even hear my thoughts, how loud this b+tch keep suckin’ me
we skip that letter, a to c, my n+ggas crip, that’s how it be
i don’t know them n+ggas that’s tellin’ them n+ggas they tough, but please don’t play with me
want beef? okay with me, that smoke, that sh+t be free
my young n+ggas on go for the 2+0, i’ma just pay the fee
i know these n+ggas heard of me, from forest heights, up lmg
i don’t move around with a lot of n+ggas, if i shoot some sh+t, might tell on me
just put that head on me, that p+ssy ain’t nothin’, b+tch
they hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other sh+t
forty+cal, tuckin’ it, policе come, run with it
hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin’, b+tch, we done with it
“izzy on some hot sh+t, izzy on some opp sh+t”
nah, b+tch, you f+ckin’ with them n+ggas i don’t rock with
y’all be on some cop sh+t, tell them boys we shootin’ first
dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
you wanna f+ck 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 y’all, he too lazy, movin’ like a snail
brodie just got home, he on n+ggas’ ass like he in jail
left wrist, vvses, n+ggas cap, mitch+ll nesses
milli’ step, please don’t test this, ass fat, she from texas
n+ggas don’t play with me ’cause n+ggas know this sh+t ain’t fake, my boy
hoppin’ out with dracs, i wanna see how this b+tch shake my boy
let me hit it next, i’m tryna see how that b+tch shake, my boy
we both had hit it raw, so please don’t tell me that b+tch late, my boy
nasty, i don’t know what these b+tches 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+ggas 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 d+ck
if i got a use a rubber, then i’m probably not gon’ hit
nasty, i was blowin’ kisses when i caught the b+tch 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 sh+t, b+tch, i’m a classic
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