Leeky G Bando - Structure City lyrics

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?!
Eli, what the fuck, got another
Opp up in this blunt, uh
Free the opps so we back on they ass
Ain't shit change
Glah glah boom shit, uh, G Bando Jordan
Look, look (Luca on the track)

This shit is pitiful, uh (Pitful)
I ain't with all the subliminals, like
A nigga like me tryna visit you
(What? I'm pulling up)
I ain't into all the dissing you, uh (What?)
Have them shooters pull up to ya interview
Uh (Glah, glah glah boom)
Bullets start kissing you, lifting you
(Gllt, mwuah) i'm moving wock off the lean
(I'm moving wock off the what?)
She asking me 'bout Céline (Like)
I'm thinking, "Shawty
What the fuck got into you?" (What?)
She see these Mike Amiri jeans, uh
(She see the Mike Amiri Mike Amiri)
And she see my sneakers Louis V, uh
(Louis V, uh) and she see the GLE AMG
Said she wanna switch lanеs with the G, uh
(What?) switch lanes with the G
Way bеfore the risk game and the big names
Said this dick game all I need, uh
(Like) shawty know what's up with me, she
Be suckin' dick, enjoy her company, uh
Can't no bitches come for me
Probably made her squirt up on her shh
(Probably made her squirt up on her balcony)
Tryna put a seed on me, shawty really
Tryna get some clout from me, uh
(Shawty really tryna what?)
I know niggas doubting me, they
Gon' have to kill me, ain't no stopping me
We done smashed the city, it's a robbery
(Look) niggas see me and they run from me
(That structure)
I think I didn't even have my gun on me
It was in the car, you know it's never far
Like (Grrt, bow bow bow bow)

So the city show us love, lot of hate
Lot of fake thugs
Lot of different shooters, lot of guns
Lot of niggas have to shed blood
And my niggas had to shed blood
So my niggas got a different grudge
Pull up on they block and send slugs
I ain't stopping 'til I see blood

Shootin' at whoever think it was
Spinning, double backin' just because
Hanging out the roof, it ain't no sun
Start to making rain with this gun
(Glah glah glah)
They gon' feel my pain when I'm done
Bitch that's for the gang, 101
(Bitch that's for the gang)
Mally call my phone everyday
I just spoke to Pop the other day
Free my nigga Pop, he doing six
Free Mally, he fighting all that shit
Free 9, free Luv out the pen
They wanna indict us 'cause we lit
Still ducking them indictments (What?)
Investigations send them agencies (Like)
Yeah, them coppers tryna slave a G
Locked my niggas up and throw away the key
Hit the block, I got my thang on me
I ain't worried 'bout a nigga saving me
(At all)
Why the fuck is he so an-gr-y? Mothers told
They kids to stay away from me (Facts)
Give if you try to take from me
Thirty clip so you can't run away from me
Why these niggas snitching
Dropping names on me pull up
Sticks and drums and I ain't making beats
(At all)
Pull up to your door like I'm Uber Eats, uh
(Skrrt) gLA give me off that
Structures pulling up, niggas know what's up
You drop a diss I spin quicker than DoorDash
Bitch I'm the bad guy, uh
(Bitch I'm the bad guy)
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, that's a fact, uh
Bitch I'm a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a Brooklyn nigga

Bitch I'm the bad guy
I'm from Bedstuy Brooklyn, uh look (Swag)
We snatched the city and we shook it
(That structure)
They had the cup but we took it, uh (Facts)
Throw up that shh, you ain't pull it
(Shh, glah glah glah glah)
That's how a nigga catch a bullet
(Glah glah glah glah boom)