Ahlie (feat. Izzpot) - Bandokay

Fumez The Engineer, trust me Ayy, chat to them, Bug (Ayo, TR, go brazy on them niggas, man) Come on, man, you already know who it is, Bug (Senseii) They can lock the locks, but they can't stop the clock (How is C Dot funded and where do your get your money from?) The simple answer Got Izzpot plugged in with Fumez right now, my fucking nigga Trust me If I talk up the tings, I'll be sitting in xabsi, LOL You don't like Malis? Wallahi, I do, but shout out my akhis Shout out habibti, done him up swiftly, yuck Swear there was blood on my tracky, uh Donny was three months in, only three months in Now, he's mixed with my Backy Getting down like a Capri Yo, you know I'm on two and my bro's on two From young, I had to wave my wand Didn't know boxing, didn't know kung fu Little bro clocked him, so we spun that coupe When I went shopping, had to bring that too My shorty still hates what I do I said, "Bae, I just rap" 'cah I like that too You know it's on sight when I sight that yute Suck your mummy if you don't like me When I backed it, I stabbed it, deep No tactic, I stabbed it, peak She's not a bad bitch, catfish, skeet And three times that my bro went jail And three times they refused man's bail I scream, "Free Nazzy," he love raise up hell It weren't strangers world when he weighed out Rellz I fling on my most when the time gets cold When my heart gets cold as the time goes by Me and bro-bro dig that in the 8 When I look at his face, had to ask, "How high?" When I fly out the ride See guys could've been an M1, you can ask CY Up the .45, should've hit more guys I was in lockdown, didn't know tour life Donny got juiced in the 3 x 3 Where's your GBG? Rise the tings and glee I told Bug that he's on timeout Grab your tings, ride out, fuck the talking please I can't cap on the net like Since we touched this year, think we got like three And they can never wave wands like me Step on the gas, bro, fuck CID My flick shank went in a man's backbone Still quicker than Flash though Yo, spin it, grab it, attack though They ain't been out since donny got slapped though Me and CY done two in a day And the drill got assist by Rambo I don't talk about D2's knifework Carnival crush, bored that, made tango The lifestyle that I live ain't amazing Kung-fu shaving and all guns blazing I try shank through the window I was too young, should've patterned my aiming Three man, two cuts, that's a shaming I can't lie, got me where the face is Bro-bro got that with the neck So don't ask me where that dead lil' chain is Ooh, shave him, yuck, amazing Baitface, no bally Ching, blatant They ain't on smoke, they vaping One got uhh, now, the whole gang raging My marjay wants me to behave But I just came home and I want me a paigon They all got wounds in their body-body Bare back the ting, no Johnny-Johnny Free Clapthat 'cah he really clap back They ain't double tap waps here, donny, donny Big A got bored, how jolly, jolly DV x 3, bro, sorry, sorry And I'll give broski an assist You know the gist, volley, volley F-T-O, that's a SYM I told bro that you're talking hot When you're done with the call, dash the SIM I got bro to the E-N-D Gunshot if you talk to my S-I-S You know OFB where the red side is Did he bore JMan? I did, I did Right there where the left side is Rvckzen

Ayy, Bands (Rah, it's BKay, you know) ayy Yes, Lord, ayy Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (trust) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies (nah) My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah, nah, brrt) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah) Opp block, trip on a paigon's side (paigon's side) Watch the paigons hide (skeet off) My bro beat off at the paigon's ride Watch the car skeet off, fuck thе paigon's life Ever seen a g-lock get to aiming binе When I touch the g-spot, it's a "Shake you fine" Got the mash and g-lock tryna rave and that I don't care what he's got, man's just breaking spines Praise the Lord one time then praise Him again (Lord) He got bunned one time, bro blazed him again (bun) We do 'nuff gun crime, shells raining again Keep raining on them, I don't rate none of them (zero) Even on the backroad, I wouldn't snake one of them They was envying me, I see the faking in them G'd up, mazzaleen, now it's shaking again Need some extendos, haffi raise them again Where's the extendos to my twin rinse-off? I seen him run that way, where did his friends go? One shot, two shot, tryna hit his head, bro Put corn in your ears, you won't need headphones (nah) Could've left by now, still in your ends though Switch, nothin' like Nintendo My little bro let go, body blow, wet bro Bro made headstones 'cause he love wet zones And free Potter 'cah he love swing with it (swing with it) Probably swim with it He can talk duke noise, still bringin' it (always) FTO, SYM, bare vim with it (suck ya mum) Flingin' it, bro's pingin' it and chingin' it (ayy) Yo, see the LV pouch got a ting in it (watch it) But I hopped out and hopped back in, love trimming shit If it ain't that, he's ringin' it (ringin' it) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (watch it) My young boy ching my man (ayy, ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife Plus I'm up in the field, now, slap an .8 ting I don't really rate him cah the yutes hate him When I see his face, gotta decorate it (ying that) I told bro, "We're all one, no separating" (all one) The gang gets serious if we're all debating That's VWF, the G's loves shaving Rambos blazing, she keeps complaining She keeps calling me "Babes" when it's not a babes ting Ayy, gyal, lean with it, turn with it See a man and burst him G-locks, FNs, ZKs, hurtin' him (hurtin' him) Lurkin' shaky turbulence A lot of money, Farm Boys, and murderers See, the other opp boys just hurdlers (dickheads) I got kwengs locked up and burglars Like, bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when the car was skidding Bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when my mates try wig him Bine, bine, bine (brrt) We just gave him a shot and I'm sure it won't jam (nah) We just corned that punk cah he pulled that stunt (you know, you know) Made in a blunt, we just called him a cunt now both gyal Runtz (gelato) Shit, man Rah, it's BKay, you know Fuckin' hell

Bando (baow) Brrt, brrt, bwoy dead O way or no way (grrt, bang) (Yo, Jamskull, they're here) o's up or get soaked up (you know the vibes) Free Slim (gang, gang) Free the fuckin' O (baow, baow) Listen, yo, yo Eleven shots up out the glizz', my nigga peppers dons (glizzy) You know I got it if you see me with my leathers on (I got it) And we don't care about the time or the weather, don (nah) We get the drop, we're turnin' up to do you steppers wrong (listen) And fans asking if I'm beefin' with Russ Bands ain't beefin' with Russ, I let my killers hit your pathway (baow, baow) I can never have beef on the internet (why?) I'ma bad boy, I got beef up on Park Lane (npk) I ain't really got beef with the 9iners, they're tired I'd rather go pattern some next beef (listen) My nigga chef Sneakz, free him up so he can wet reepz (haha) If she's over there won't let the sket leave (dumb hoe) 'Cause if you're chillin' with the paigons (woo) Then we're gonna make your life a mayhem (woo) Gun powder, that's my fragrance (woo, woo) Another opp gotta rest in peace And if I buck you one on one, you think I'll let you live? (never) I guarantee I soak you up and leave you next to trees (ying) My niggas next to me and we ain't doing ecstasy (bun dat) We get the drop and do a drill, that's how it's meant to be (bang) Long live bro, all for you bodies garn drop (baow) The opps ain't safe even when they get their car washed (stab tyres) I need a milli, label said I'm not far off (ayy, ayy) The A and R's on my back cah I'm a star boss (bando) And forty bags on my neck, I'm only twenty, bro My killy's locked, still hear me on his stereo (free him up) They say I always pop o's like a Cheerio They got my name in their mouth, I'm like "here we go" (oi) I'm back and fourth in the booth, call it booth-trappin' (ayy) Spoke on my nigga's name, he done two slappins (baow) And you ain't never seen a glizz' with a laser (never) My little bro gripped that and had shoot at him They aiming for legs, we ain't giving no leggies out (leggies out) Hit his headie now (baow) Gunman will step for the kid and they ready now (ready now) Anyting can pop off, if so, get your readies out (ayy) Up the four four and cause nothin' but fatal damage (baow) They want war with the g's, you think they will manage? (never) This seventeen holds a lot in the clip, bro (woi, woi) We pull up to a function, at least eight will have it Bro's white Airs were lookin' like red forces They're hearin' it wrong, fuck your dead sources I'm making money now, I need a stead' mortgage (buy a yard) So I can live life and buy some red porches And why you preein' in the dance if you haven't got it? (haven't got it) It's gettin' people hurt, you fellas gotta stop it (for true though) We dance with bare Ramey's and a couple rockets (baow) I know the party's nice, but we gotta lock it (bands) Oi, oi Brrt, haha Head back season Pwoi! Protect your head back ha Pwoi! (bando) Free the fuckin' o Talkin' 'bout this and that Listen, gunshot