Me and Bandit, we a army Yeah, aight, shit, let go
The way I'm doin' shit, you gon' think that I'm dynamic
Makin' money, makin' music, niggas can't stand it
Slide with that musket, nigga, look like Miles Standish
Red coat on me like a person saying dandy Hit him with that switch like a motherf*ckin
Nanny Put the 40 on him, nah, nigga, gettin' handsy
See me with that money, nah, them bitches gettin' handsy
Yeah, I'm at the front, nigga, nah, I'm at the fence
Few shots in the air, got some niggas bein' jumpy
I ain't got her number saved, but you savin' it as honey
I ain't chasin' none of these hoes, only thing I'm chasin' money
Tryna pack a nigga up like some motherf*ckin' luggage
People say they know me, but they never see me struggle
Tryna pave the way, I know sometimes it's hard to juggle
If you put me in that field, then I ain't never gon' fumble
I'm a big city kid, how I grew up in that jungle
Caught him ridin' in a four-door, we turned into convertibles
Lil' this, lil' that, nigga, I ain't heard of him
Todd, gurley shit, chop a see, the opps it hurdle em
Started moved it slow, should be lookin' like a turtle, do
Shootin' at his face, so he might just need a turtleneck
Cakin' with the hoes, nigga, I ain't really into that
Opps move it snaky in the grass, better watch your back
They be askin, what's in my account? I said hella racks
Hella bands, hella stacks, shawty lookin' like a snack
I ain't like her face, so I might just beat her from the back
Bookin' all these shows, should be lookin' like I'm automatic
Keep it sticky in my jeans, better tell him EJ never lacked
She said I got my name in her mouth, never that
Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed
Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed
Yeah, I'm really itchin' for that cheese, but I don't f*ck with rats
Presidential treatment, ridin' in a whip, that's all black
Damn, but I really like my presidents
Tryin' to overstep, I had to shoot him in my residence
Feel like Bruce Wayne with the gadgets, I got hella shit
Said he went to church, ironic, left him heaven-sent
Keep a glizzy on me if a nigga tryin' relish it
Feenin' for that paper, bro, he locked up for embezzlement
Put a dot on my scope, if they tweakin, I'm connectin' it
305 to 704, try to represent
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
They get lit, turned up, now
E-Jay - dynamic Lyrics
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Me and Bandit, we a army Yeah, aight, shit, let go
The way I'm doin' shit, you gon' think that I'm dynamic
Makin' money, makin' music, niggas can't stand it
Slide with that musket, nigga, look like Miles Standish
Red coat on me like a person saying dandy Hit him with that switch like a motherf*ckin
Nanny Put the 40 on him, nah, nigga, gettin' handsy
See me with that money, nah, them bitches gettin' handsy
Yeah, I'm at the front, nigga, nah, I'm at the fence
Few shots in the air, got some niggas bein' jumpy
I ain't got her number saved, but you savin' it as honey
I ain't chasin' none of these hoes, only thing I'm chasin' money
Tryna pack a nigga up like some motherf*ckin' luggage
People say they know me, but they never see me struggle
Tryna pave the way, I know sometimes it's hard to juggle
If you put me in that field, then I ain't never gon' fumble
I'm a big city kid, how I grew up in that jungle
Caught him ridin' in a four-door, we turned into convertibles
Lil' this, lil' that, nigga, I ain't heard of him
Todd, gurley shit, chop a see, the opps it hurdle em
Started moved it slow, should be lookin' like a turtle, do
Shootin' at his face, so he might just need a turtleneck
Cakin' with the hoes, nigga, I ain't really into that
Opps move it snaky in the grass, better watch your back
They be askin, what's in my account? I said hella racks
Hella bands, hella stacks, shawty lookin' like a snack
I ain't like her face, so I might just beat her from the back
Bookin' all these shows, should be lookin' like I'm automatic
Keep it sticky in my jeans, better tell him EJ never lacked
She said I got my name in her mouth, never that
Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed
Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed
Yeah, I'm really itchin' for that cheese, but I don't f*ck with rats
Presidential treatment, ridin' in a whip, that's all black
Damn, but I really like my presidents
Tryin' to overstep, I had to shoot him in my residence
Feel like Bruce Wayne with the gadgets, I got hella shit
Said he went to church, ironic, left him heaven-sent
Keep a glizzy on me if a nigga tryin' relish it
Feenin' for that paper, bro, he locked up for embezzlement
Put a dot on my scope, if they tweakin, I'm connectin' it
305 to 704, try to represent
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
They get lit, turned up, now
The way I'm doin' shit, you gon' think that I'm dynamic
Makin' money, makin' music, niggas can't stand it
Slide with that musket, nigga, look like Miles Standish
Red coat on me like a person saying dandy Hit him with that switch like a motherf*ckin
Nanny Put the 40 on him, nah, nigga, gettin' handsy
See me with that money, nah, them bitches gettin' handsy
Yeah, I'm at the front, nigga, nah, I'm at the fence
Few shots in the air, got some niggas bein' jumpy
I ain't got her number saved, but you savin' it as honey
I ain't chasin' none of these hoes, only thing I'm chasin' money
Tryna pack a nigga up like some motherf*ckin' luggage
People say they know me, but they never see me struggle
Tryna pave the way, I know sometimes it's hard to juggle
If you put me in that field, then I ain't never gon' fumble
I'm a big city kid, how I grew up in that jungle
Caught him ridin' in a four-door, we turned into convertibles
Lil' this, lil' that, nigga, I ain't heard of him
Todd, gurley shit, chop a see, the opps it hurdle em
Started moved it slow, should be lookin' like a turtle, do
Shootin' at his face, so he might just need a turtleneck
Cakin' with the hoes, nigga, I ain't really into that
Opps move it snaky in the grass, better watch your back
They be askin, what's in my account? I said hella racks
Hella bands, hella stacks, shawty lookin' like a snack
I ain't like her face, so I might just beat her from the back
Bookin' all these shows, should be lookin' like I'm automatic
Keep it sticky in my jeans, better tell him EJ never lacked
She said I got my name in her mouth, never that
Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed
Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed
Yeah, I'm really itchin' for that cheese, but I don't f*ck with rats
Presidential treatment, ridin' in a whip, that's all black
Damn, but I really like my presidents
Tryin' to overstep, I had to shoot him in my residence
Feel like Bruce Wayne with the gadgets, I got hella shit
Said he went to church, ironic, left him heaven-sent
Keep a glizzy on me if a nigga tryin' relish it
Feenin' for that paper, bro, he locked up for embezzlement
Put a dot on my scope, if they tweakin, I'm connectin' it
305 to 704, try to represent
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
It's just me, myself, and I
They get lit, turned up, now
Writer: Eric Morris
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