Bandhunta Izzy - 40 Bars Lyrics

*Adlibs*

Izzy
Look... Aint near nigga snatch a chain or jewel on me yet, ice ice baby on me drippin VVS,
No drive by hop out walk down on em like steps said that Nigga bleeding ima put him the test , big crip , throwing up the six point 5th, me and bro got 30's that's a 60 like nip . But trip ima the biggest Lil homie you'll get but I move like an OG you know I'm with the shits

Sambo
Big blood you know a nigga clean with the shit
All they bodies on my name bitch I mean that shit
Let a nigga touch this chain you gone die in this bitch , I got bloods and some crips and GD's in this bitch
Nigga don't think you street cause you jumped in this industry
Chain on ya head make my young nigga finish you
Make a big dawg move I'll send the whole click at you
He sweet for some pussy I'll send my Lil bitch a dude

Jay fizzle
Watch I double right back on me
Make em hop take a second up and hit the gas on em
F'n on my side and the draco in my bag
Gotta Hunnit thousand in my suit if a nigga taking cash money
Young nigga throwing signs like a death sentence
I'm nigga sending stick At ya big homie
Chop sticks with the hunnit gotta kick on it
Swear that I'm Strap ain't no nigga talking shit from me

Yfn Kay
Uh......whole lotta gang bangers on the guest, it's a celebration
I just dropped a Deuce put It in the plastic now that lamination
Gotta em off at the shell station , gotta lotta gas bags waiting
Hope I make the L Tran baby or ima have to take It , make a nigga leave the crib naked
Smash the wall leave the crib vacant
So hard like the pavement , still stand down for my payments

Young crazy
Yuh yuh
Ay crazo damn!!!
Do we gotta problem , we the one showed them young nigga how to rob em
We was stunting in Vegas no 4 times
Nigga this 4 line , real I mean go time
On huntas
He run up on me make em front flip
I pop a 30 sober I dont need 1 pill
Everybody momma in ya hood hateya bitch ass
Cause you the reason everybody son killed
Make niggas sit down when the whole gang stands up
A bro just dropped ya buddy go pick ya mans up , this bitches still depends on me like it's tampons
And we ain't aiming at legs , we aiming at damn son

Izzy
That glizzy left at nine and shot em before him leave Pull on ya block and turn that bitch to a horror scene, hold up that bitch that you love she a whore to me . Pull up like Uber eat boy what that Order be , Boy what that order C cripping I switch It up. All of this weight a fork lift gotta pick It up , shot in the car like Tupac ima hit em up , give a f*ck if that boy buck choppas hit him up


Sambo
I really breed niggas ,
Bullets tips looking Lil red nigga
All my friends in my pockets really dead nigga
Any show a nigga rock I got my led on me
Bitch I want the big beef , pull up on a nigga street carry a street sweep
Barrier so high like he caught him a dope Fein
Ain't never have a home for him , mind taking yours either

Jay fizzle
Yuh
I don't f*ck with these rappers
Really they bitches and niggas be hoein head
Glock on my pocket for yo ass who play the shit, I'm up on you bitch hoe go run and talkative I bust the oop because that nigga he broke as hell , bust down my watch like a pack came through the mail. My pockets blue see my left pocket full of kill, my lil niggas stickas shit running shit now it's hell

Yfn Kay
This a pop up shop on the oop block
Then we pop up the oop top
The car rental gonna have to mop the slop
I hope he got a whole box of chop
Choppa gonna slide em
There go the red dot
Big killer handing out head shots
Never gone sit on the feds clock
Serving you fresh out my mans clock

Young crazy
Ay .. pack touch down and It stink like 50 boy
Man I just came to the A and copped 50 of em enough shots in this ARP to make 50 run
You went to your block and get claimed like 50 son my niggas still make you hide your jewels like A dolph, real choppas show a waiter how to get the plate off , I'm the one that showed niggas how to get the shake off, ay Izzy fizzle sambo killa let's take off