Leeky G Bando - Smoove Shit lyrics

Man, niggas know what's going on
It's a structure fucking extortion
Play with that chicken get your head bop
Why niggas playing with that chicken, ya know
What I'm saying, I don't understand
We stayin' real outside g Bando Jordan
Niggas know what's going on, that structure
Big structure shit that swag
Money'll get your head bust
Whole lot of deady shots shots shots
Grrt bow bow bow (A Lau on the beat)
Glaa glaa glaa shit, shot clock clutch
Glaa glaa glaa (Ayo Eli, what the fuck?)

That nigga knew his time was ticking, uh
So he gave up that paper
Still spin through with a Glock and a laser
Tell Nate Hound play the bop with the banger
Tryna knuckle up, catch a bump from the razor
Niggas hating tough
Get him touched from an angle
And my shooter don't bluff, he amazing
All he know is shoot too clutch, no Pacer
Tryna do stuff like us, too basic
Streets got real, now I'm fighting two casеs
Niggas ain't real to me
They might squеal on me
A nigga rotting in the basement
These niggas getting shook up in the station
Say he the realest nigga in the nation
Then you start talking to them people
Who fucking with them niggas that
Be taking down the statement

I like my money blue, so I'm racist
Different fit's for occasions
They got me drippin', splashin' like the Navy
Poppin' Rosé cases
Yeah, I spend twenty-two on my new fit
Got my jewelry on, got a new grip
Got her in her thongs, make her cooch drip
She like, "Bando keep talkin' that
Smoove shit, " like, uh

And we still dream teaming
Nickel need a DE and headshot
From the green beamer
I ain't heard him, I ain't seen him
DOA, heard the feds can't ID him
Whole lot of shots fired
Heard his mans survived, they had to IV him
Fuck it, tell 'em spin back, uh
'Cause I be with lifters, ooters, like
If I tell Rex maneuver, uh
He gon' execute 'em, uh
Tell JJ shoot his shooter, like
Tell Ruger grab that ruler, like
These niggas now jumpin' off the porch
Playing with fire, that can get him torched
I really put the ooters on the court
This is my desire, ain't no remorse
Smoking that designer weed got me frost
Tell him if he want the keys, give a call
Wraith, Bentley truck, probably do the Porche
GLA slide, make yourself a boss

'Cause I be with lifters, ooters, like, look
Uh tell JJ shoot the shooter, like
Tell Ruger grab that ruler, like
These niggas now jumpin' off the porch, uh
Like, look, look
Playing with fire, that can get him torched
Like, brrt the, glaa glaa boom