El Chapo

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (I hear you, JAY C) Woo Nigga talk that shit 'cause I live that shit, nigga Your mans talk shit, then your mans get hit, nigga (MIA JAY C) Free 9K, nigga Free Stonewall, nigga Huh, ayy, hey Hold on, nigga [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] If I send a blitz, that's the old-school Ravens Fifty-two shots, Ray Lewis when he came in Huh, when I throw this bullet, I'm the old Peyton Huh, hold on, watch that boy chest cave in Huh, Glock 18, it's a fully, it hate waitin' Huh, MAC 90 with a hundred, it keep shakin' Huh, three niggas, three dread-heads, look like Jamaicans Huh, shh, finna leave them bloodclaats stankin' [Verse 2: JoyRd Dame & BandGang Lonnie Bands] Fucked her off the Percs, ooh, this bitch think I'm Satan (Hey) Hit him with them hollows, leave a nigga Harlem shakin' (Hey) Popped him in his shit, he had the stick in his hand (Hey) Y'all be coppin' pleas, we be poppin' y'all mans (Facts) Bitch, you ain't on tip, so I'm fuckin' your friends (Hey) Drum on the chop like I play in a band (Hey, hey) Caught him in the mall so he catchin' these hands (Huh?) Sober when I kill, I ain't poppin' no Xans [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, Dame, why they wanna play with us 'cause we lightskinned? Huh, like this clip don't look like a mic stand Huh, boy, we with all the shootin', huh, and all the fightin' Like we won't put the gun down and turn Tyson See, me, huh, I'm the knife, man, huh You swing, I'ma hit you in your bicep Huh, walk up in your show, hit you and your hype man My mans walk up on you slow, put one in your forehead All you heard was, "Ugh," like we snowman Your boy one and done, you see his eyes rollin'? [Verse 4: The Godfather] You catch us in the club, you gon' see that Glock pokin' I'm rollin' with the hitman and all he know is blow shit My brother get them 'bows in and all he know is sell 'em Put them bitches on the Delta, hell no, we ain't gon' mail 'em Bitch, we pourin' out the brick, we ain't even gotta measure Heard your mans got hit, tell 'em bring out them stretchers [Verse 5: JoyRd Dame & BandGang Lonnie Bands] Knocked your mans out, now that nigga need some dentures (Facts) Shoot him with the left hand like I'm Derek Fisher (Facts) Niggas tryna beef 'cause I fucked they big sister (Hey) Put him on a shit bag and fucked up his system [Verse 6: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ain't scared to play defense, huh, Kawhi Leonard, huh Get you hit in LA by my Piru blick or somethin' Get your ass set up by some fine-ass strippers, huh Have Boom, Dame, huh, come and strip 'em