Commando lyrics

[Verse 1: HMBando]
New sh*t, new block, new block, new plot
I just hit a lick worth fifty bricks and bought a choppa
Swervin' in the whip with my bandana like I'm Tupac
But I can't get hit, two right up on top when I rock two Glocks
Homicide, we ride on them n*ggas that's outside
Bullets flying, you run and get hit up in your spine
You know you dying, no need to go pick 'em up and try
Dressed in all black, so you gon' see the thief up in the night

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
Swervin' in the whip with that commando like a SWAT
He ain't who he say he is, I know he know he not
Don't play 'cause b*tch you now I rock like David Bowie rock
It look like Hell's Kitchen in the trap, hella hot
Riding down on Elvis check my pelvis that's a 3-O
A n*gga push my buttons there's a dozen in my peacoat
We brought lotta hollows, pistol, b*tch auto
You left your sh*t in the cado, he call vitilago

[Verse 3: HMBando]
And Bando be rolling gelato
Ride in the whip with a foot, fully auto
If you gon' play in the streets
Get left in the streets and hit by a cado
Cops super fast hit the dash
I swerve and they think that I'm crashin'
I'm geeking they thinkin' it's acid
I roll me a 'wood and don't pass it
[Verse 4: Zotiyac]
Shooting like a ranger when I spot you in that role
Shoot like Danny Granger when I spot and your bro
n*ggas say I'm crazy, but let's keep that on the low
I keep this sh*t pro, I keep sh*t on go
The shots only stop when it's time to reload

[Verse 5: HMBando x Zotiyac]
They know what go on b*tch I'm as humble as it get
I just hit a lick and spent a re-up on a fit
You just lost your re-up tryna put it on a b*tch
n*gga got his paycheck and he spent it on a zip
I just smoked a zip out of a brick I sent to Cali
In Bali, I seen this b*tch and took that b*tch to rallies
Then drop a b*tch off at Arby's, or drop a b*tch of a Target
Some of these hoes say I'm heartless, I f*ckin' did it's regarded
I'm f*ckin' and [?] up the party
Caught a flight right to the plug in the morning
When you see that's beam, it's a warning
n*gga look mean and your face will get torn in
We leavin' the city in the foreign
Racer car sh*t, boy, my engine be roaring
Rug check n*gga, let's punish the flooring
Up it he fall like London