Smoove Shit Testo

Man, niggas know what's going on
It's a structure fucking extortion, play with that chicken get your head bop
Why niggas playing with that chicken, ya know what I'm saying, I don't understand, we stayin' real outside
G Bando Jordan
Niggas know what's going on, that structure
Big structure shit
That swag
Money'll get your head bopped
Whole lot of deady shots shots shots, grrt bow bow bow
(A Lau on the beat) Glaa glaa glaa shit, shot clock clutch, glaa glaa glaa
(Ayo Eli, what the fuck?!)

That nigga knew his time was ticking, uh
So he gave up that paper
Still spin through with a Glock and a laser
Tell Nate Hound play the bop with the banger
Tryna knuckle up, catch a bump from the razor
Niggas hating tough, get him touched from an angle
And my shooter don't bluff, he amazing
Only he gon' shoot too clutch, no Pacer
Tryna do stuff like us, too basic
Streets got rеal, now I'm fighting two cases
Niggas ain't real to me, thеy might squeal on me, a nigga rotting in the basement
You niggas getting shook up in the station
Say he the realest nigga in the nation
D.E. start talking to them people who fucking with them niggas that be taking down the statement

I like my money blue, so I'm racist
Different fits for occasions, they got me drippin', splashin' like the Navy Poppin' Rosé cases
Yeah, I spend twenty-two on my new fit, got my jewelry on, got a new grip
Got her in her thongs, make her cooch drip
She like "Bando keep talkin' that smoove shit," like, uh

And we still dream teaming
Niko need a D.E., headshot from the green Beamer
I ain't heard him, I ain't seen him, DOA, heard the feds can't ID him
Whole lot of shots fired, heard his mans survived, they had to IV him
Fuck it, tell 'em spin back, uh
'Cause I be with lifters, ooters, like
If I tell Rex maneuver, uh
He gon' execute 'em, uh
Tell JJ shoot his shooter, like
Tell Ruger grab that ruler, like

These niggas now jumpin' off the porch
Playing with fire, that can get him torched
I really put the ooters on the court
This is my desire, ain't no remorse
Smoking that designer weed got me [?]
Tell him if he want the keys, give a call
Wraith, Bentley truck, probably do the Porche
GLA slide, make yourself a boss

'Cause I be with lifters, ooters, like, look, uh
Tell JJ shoot the shooter, like
Tell Ruger grab that ruler, like
These niggas now jumpin' off the porch, like, look, look
Playing with fire, that can get him torched, brrt the, glaa glaa boom