Bacc and Forth
Bandhunta Izzy Lyrics

If it’s smoke let me know cause you know we can get It
If there's a problem, inform me because we have the capability to handle it

That nigga all cap so I shoot at his fitted
That person is lying so I shoot at his hat

Boy what’s ya body’s cause we double digits
What's your gang affiliation since we're a group with high numbers

Spin back around yea we coming consistent
Turn back around, we're approaching continuously

Big ass 50 and it’s chunky like a fat guy
Large 50 caliber gun, heavy like an obese man

Nine real pretty put a dick in the backside
Beautiful nine-millimeter gun, insert the magazine from behind

Nigga said what ? We don’t let that slide
Someone said something, we won't let it go unnoticed

Face shot boom left a nigga with a bad eye
Shot to the face, caused severe damage to the eye

I do my dance with that choppa I’m jaking
I perform my signature moves with the AK-47 rifle

I got on chains like I’m locked in the prison
Wearing gold chains resembling being incarcerated

I’m rolling 20s like I’m with the pistons
Driving on 20-inch rims like a member of the Detroit Pistons basketball team

I shot that boy cause he hopped in my mentions
I shot that person because he disrespected me online

Niggas be trapping Fuck do these niggas be sipping
People are involved in illegal activities, what drugs are they consuming?

Listen, I got the glock and I shoot with precision
Pay attention, I possess a Glock handgun and my shots are accurate

I got glock and it’s next to the pot yeah that bitch on the stove when I whip in the kitchen
I have a Glock firearm next to the drug cooking equipment while I'm preparing narcotics in the kitchen

I need a hunnit in hunnits a 100 round drum and A whole lotta bullets
I require a hundred stacks of money and a hundred rounds drum magazine along with numerous bullets

We need a hunnit in hunnits got hunnits of shooters they ready to pull it
We demand a hundred stacks of money, we have numerous gunmen who are prepared to shoot

Know that these niggas don’t want It they say that do, they talking that bull shit
Understand that these individuals don't really want confrontation, they falsely claim so, and they're speaking nonsense

Cause I make a call up to dummy, he pull on block and he strapped with a full clip
Because I contact my associate, he arrives at the location armed with a fully loaded magazine

Strapped with a fully, I beat that bitch like a bully
Armed with a fully loaded gun, I dominate that individual in a forceful manner

Rocking that blue like I’m tookie
Wearing blue clothing like Tookie, a gang member

Talking to demons I feel like he understood me
Engaging in conversations with dark forces, I believe they comprehend me

I think that demon a rookie
I consider that demon inexperienced or a novice

Cause bitch I’m a pro with it
Because I am highly skilled and experienced in this

Gamble with life and I roll with it
Taking risks with my life and I adapt to the outcomes

Cooking with bake, let It soak in
Preparing drugs with baking soda, allowing the mixture to absorb

Pot forth, pyrex sore Beat It so hard but I whip it so more
Utilizing a pot and a Pyrex dish, I mix the drugs vigorously

Knock knock ooh, who the fuck at the door
Hear a knocking sound, wondering who is attempting to enter

Back to the bone bitch I’m back to the core
Returning to my roots, I'm deeply connected to my essence

Back to the core don’t sleep with no guns on the floor don’t sleep with the work in the draw
Returning to the foundation, don't rest with firearms lying around, and avoid storing drugs openly

Coke is straight bomb they hit it, it’s making them snore they come back like give me some more
The cocaine is so potent, when they ingest it, they fall asleep, but they return wanting more

Hunnits of gun don’t think that they ready for war but nigga we ready for war
Numerous firearms, although they might not believe they're prepared for conflict, we are indeed ready for war

Hunnits of drums, We spin thru dey block erryday and come back and give em some more
Many high-capacity magazines, we drive through their territory every day and return to retaliate

Hunnits of choppas we send a hunnit to the doctors A hunnit niggas acting sore
Numerous assault rifles, we send a hundred bullets towards the enemies, and a hundred individuals are behaving aggressively

Then helicopter they coming picking up the ops Left their body with more pours
The helicopter arrives to evacuate the injured rivals, leaving their bodies with multiple gunshot wounds

Three in his head like I’m bowling
Three shots in his head, as if I'm playing the sport of bowling

Auto wheel stolen when we pull up rocking and rolling
The car's steering wheel is stolen when we arrive, and we're causing a stir

They don’t believe us we showed them
They doubted our abilities, but we proved them wrong

ARP ain’t got no kick so I shoot till it’s broken
The AR-15 rifle lacks recoil, so I continue shooting until it fails due to overheating

Glock 17 got a Treyway catch em lacking then It payday, Rain bullets mayday
I possess a Glock 17 handgun associated with the Treyway gang, when I catch someone off guard, it's time to take their belongings, and a gunfire barrage commences

Give a fuck about what he say, give a fuck about what she say Young niggas make way
I don't care about their opinions, young individuals should move aside

Monday make It to a mad day Sunday turn it to a sad day
Monday becomes a day of anger, while Sunday transitions into a day of sorrow

Tuesday his last day Wednesday come around the back way
Tuesday will be his final day alive, then on Wednesday, we approach from behind

Thursday is trap day, Friday I’m fucking like back page
Thursday is a day for illegal activities, on Friday, I'm engaging in promiscuous intercourse like on a classified advertisement website

Saturday counting the cash day Shawty gonna fuck me she think it’s the last day
Saturday is a day for counting money, and a girl wants to have sex with me as if it's our final day on earth

Light up a blunt make her ash on the ash Tray Ever go broke it’s gone turn to a mass day
Smoke a marijuana joint, have the girl ash it on an ashtray, if I ever become broke, it will escalate to a chaotic situation

I need a whole lotta cash, nigga fuck with my bag it’s gonna turn to the last day And that day gonna turn to the last day And that day gonna be a nigga last day
I require a significant amount of money, if someone interferes with my finances, it will result in deadly consequences, and that day will be their final day alive

It ain’t a day out the week when I walk out the house and I ain’t got the heat I gotta stay on my feet gotta whole lotta niggas they ready to eat
Every day of the week, when I leave my house, I carry a firearm, I have to be vigilant, I have many individuals who are hungry for success

I tell em Bon appetite if you sit at the table you know it’s a fee I put her head head by her feet when I jump in that pussy she know ima beast
I tell them to enjoy their meal, but if they wish to join me, they have to pay, and when I engage in sexual intercourse, I position her head near her feet, making it evident that I'm a dominant force