INTRO by Kyzo Kidd Lyrics
[Intro: Kyzo Kidd]
Yeah, uh, okay
Look, look, look, uh
[Verse: Kyzo Kidd, MXKIII+ & Both]
Four rings on my whip, look like Saturn, uh (okay)
You can’t match my energy, it shine bright like a lantern (ay, ay, yeah)
She do lines like corduroy patterns
People always tellin' me what I need, bitch I need a pastor, uh (bitch)
And I get bread, it’s homemade no batter
I’ll get to the top, bitch I’ma climb just like a ladder, uh
Yeah, shawty said that this ain’t the old you (no)
“He’s old news” to my old self, I’ll have to fold you
And if I’m being honest with you girl, I’m prone to bad things and mistakes
No I can’t hold you, ay, no I can’t hold you (I can't hold you)
If it was me, I’d go back to you, you're my go-to (Go-to)
Ain't using my logic, can’t seem to find my Pro Tools
It’s a no lose but I lost you anyway so I’m a ghost to you
And I admit it, I’m in it to win it but baby girl you know I did it
Ay, fuck shit, drugs in my stomach like a mosh pit (okay)
Run up on me, caution
We got these thotties dirty dancing up on the yacht, bitch
We in Cali, riding and we gon’ fuck up the city until we start a riot
This one’s for Juice, get high wit’ me if you really rockin’
And we won’t stop til the sun come up, until the night end, yeah (Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I’m in this bitch
Run up on me I’ma leave him in a ditch, ditch
Ay, Montclair on my jacket, ay, freezin’ on my wrist
Thumbin’ through these blue bills ‘til my fingers fall off and shit
Take yo’ ass for ransom, diamonds on my hand, oh (okay)
Thirty on this .45, turn yo’ ass to a dancer (I will)
Get ‘em off me, send ‘em to Hell, no pyromancer
Stick on me, no carousel, horses in my phantom
I feel like Jerry Rice (I do)
Ran it up, now bands I got several (okay)
She said “Is you feelin’ right?” (she said)
I can't seem to get out my head, no
I might need a sacrifice
She a demon, her dad’s the devil (okay)
Say “Hi” to him for me baby, tell him "I’ma get him"
Yeah, he owe me 30, bitch let’s get him
I run up on him with that .30 to his head, oh
You wanna battle me, bitch I keep the metal (Yeah)
And I’ma write my muhfuckin’ name up in the Death Note (Ooh, ooh)
[Outro: Kyzo Kidd]
This is it, Bando Boy
Haha, bitch!
Yeah, uh, okay
Look, look, look, uh
[Verse: Kyzo Kidd, MXKIII+ & Both]
Four rings on my whip, look like Saturn, uh (okay)
You can’t match my energy, it shine bright like a lantern (ay, ay, yeah)
She do lines like corduroy patterns
People always tellin' me what I need, bitch I need a pastor, uh (bitch)
And I get bread, it’s homemade no batter
I’ll get to the top, bitch I’ma climb just like a ladder, uh
Yeah, shawty said that this ain’t the old you (no)
“He’s old news” to my old self, I’ll have to fold you
And if I’m being honest with you girl, I’m prone to bad things and mistakes
No I can’t hold you, ay, no I can’t hold you (I can't hold you)
If it was me, I’d go back to you, you're my go-to (Go-to)
Ain't using my logic, can’t seem to find my Pro Tools
It’s a no lose but I lost you anyway so I’m a ghost to you
And I admit it, I’m in it to win it but baby girl you know I did it
Ay, fuck shit, drugs in my stomach like a mosh pit (okay)
Run up on me, caution
We got these thotties dirty dancing up on the yacht, bitch
We in Cali, riding and we gon’ fuck up the city until we start a riot
This one’s for Juice, get high wit’ me if you really rockin’
And we won’t stop til the sun come up, until the night end, yeah (Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I’m in this bitch
Run up on me I’ma leave him in a ditch, ditch
Ay, Montclair on my jacket, ay, freezin’ on my wrist
Thumbin’ through these blue bills ‘til my fingers fall off and shit
Take yo’ ass for ransom, diamonds on my hand, oh (okay)
Thirty on this .45, turn yo’ ass to a dancer (I will)
Get ‘em off me, send ‘em to Hell, no pyromancer
Stick on me, no carousel, horses in my phantom
I feel like Jerry Rice (I do)
Ran it up, now bands I got several (okay)
She said “Is you feelin’ right?” (she said)
I can't seem to get out my head, no
I might need a sacrifice
She a demon, her dad’s the devil (okay)
Say “Hi” to him for me baby, tell him "I’ma get him"
Yeah, he owe me 30, bitch let’s get him
I run up on him with that .30 to his head, oh
You wanna battle me, bitch I keep the metal (Yeah)
And I’ma write my muhfuckin’ name up in the Death Note (Ooh, ooh)
[Outro: Kyzo Kidd]
This is it, Bando Boy
Haha, bitch!