Unruly lyrics

[Intro: Bizzy Banks & Leeky G Bando]
Grrah, grrah, boom, grrah, grrah
(Dxnny, you made this?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(HM1, this goes crazy)
Get money
Bizzy
Uh (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
That structure

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks]
If you my b*tch, gotta love me for me (Like)
You my brother, then love me for free
I'm gettin' money, stop botherin' me
I put on for this sh*t, so they targetin' me
Uh, it's about honor to me
Gotta step more than once to be stompin' with me
It take more than a hundred to bargain with me
And I'm chargin' fifteen if you want me on beats (Facts)

[Verse 2: Bizzy Banks and Leeky G Bando]
And I'm still spinnin' (Still spinnin')
I took an L, but we still winnin' (Still winnin', like)
And we still sinnin'
Gotta focus up, I'm the meal ticket (Grrah, grrah, like)
Uh, ain't no sympathy, I read Psalms 23 for my enemies (Uh, b*tch)
Uh, energy, I can't let them f*ck up my energy (At all)
[Verse 3: Leeky G Bando]
I came in the game with a different mentality (On bro)
You think you a shooter? Come back to reality (Reality, like)
We liftin' his soul, we take away gravity (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, like (Rrah-rrah)
Big Leeky G, I'm a big stepper
It's Louis V, Gallery, Fendi, or Prada
Spend fifty on drip, treat fifty like nada (Nada)
Spent twenty on clothes, treat twenty like nada

[Verse 4: Bizzy Banks & Leeky G Bando]
You know twenty ain't sh*t, we spent eighty on zaza (Zaza)
Backdoor pack, got us like "Aha" (Aha)
di*k in her mouth, you know I love the matha (Like)
Get 'em lined by my favorite baba
They was droppin' G's and I was watchin' shottas
f*ck Bishop, I'm like Mad Max
When we drillin', no feelings attached (At all, grrah, grrah, grrah)
All them drugs got you feelin' like that (Like, what?)
Oh, they tryna tweak? I might pop me a bean right now
Got a thirty, a Glock, and a beam right now (Yeah)
Said I'm movin' slow, I'm off lean right now
So sh*t is not like what it seem right now, like (b*tch)

[Verse 5: Leeky G Bando & Bizzy Banks]
What you sayin'?
We been fightin' demons, been sayin' my prayers (On bro)
b*tch wanna leave me, I'm never gon' chase her (What?)
I'm off the 'migos, I don't need a chaser (Like)
I got a G, but I took off the laser
Feel like I'm Bando Jordan, that's a savior
When it come to the style, b*tch, I feel like the mayor (Jordan)
b*tch really lyin' if she say I paid her (What?)
When it come to that path, n*gga, they know who paved it
Take a look at my past, b*tch, it look like I made it (That structure)
We back on they ass, n*ggas know we the greatest
When it come to that bag, n*ggas know who be— uh
Yeah (What?)
[Verse 6: Bizzy Banks & Leeky G Bando]
Yeah (Yeah)
n*ggas know who be doin' the most
10K, that's what I need for a show
I ain't step in the spot if my shooters can't go (Grrah, grrah)
Like, yeah (Yeah)
I'ma pop out with n*ggas that throw
You can't be gang, you ain't put on for bro (At all)
The opps wanna link, tell 'em send me the lo' (Let's link up)
Yeah (Yeah)
I get dirty in Dior, Gucci, and Louis (Louis)
I just want the head, you can keep that lil' coochie (Uh)
I call her a leg, but she said she a smoochie
Like, uh, they know that sh*t get unruly
Like, they know we still makin' movies (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)