A To C lyrics

[Intro: Bandhunta Izzy]
Look, 'bout to keep it real (Shh)

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Keep it lowkey, f*ck with me, I f*ck with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this b*tch keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my n*ggas crip, that's how it be
I don't know them n*ggas that's tellin' them n*ggas they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that sh*t be free
My young n*ggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these n*ggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G
I don't hang around with a lot of n*ggas, if I shoot some sh*t, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that pus*y ain't nothin', b*tch
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other sh*t
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, policе come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin', b*tch, we done with it

[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzy]
"Izzy on some hot sh*t, Izzy on some opp sh*t"
Nah, b*tch, you f*ckin' with them n*ggas I don't rock with
Y'all be on some cop sh*t, tell them boys we shootin' first
Dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
You wanna f*ck with me, hit the road with me? I got the bale
You want a quarter-key, you want a quarter-P? I got the scale
I can't work with Cho, he too lazy, movin' like a snail
Brodie just got home, he on n*ggas' ass like he in jail
Left wrist, VVSes, n*ggas cap, Mitchell Nesses
Milli' step, please don't test this, ass fat, she from Texas
n*ggas don't play with me 'cause n*ggas know this sh*t ain't fake, my boy
Hoppin' out with Dracs, I wanna see how this b*tch shake my boy
Let me hit it next, I'm tryna see how that b*tch shake, my boy
We both had hit it raw, so please don't tell me that b*tch late, my boy
Nasty, I don't know what these b*tches thought, but please don't put it past me
Ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
[Interlude: G Perico]
What's happenin', though?
G Perico, Bandhunta Izzy
Third-letter bangers, know what I'm sayin'?
Keep one in the chamber, danger

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Biggie Smalls, Versace shades coverin' up my eyelids
In the streets, it ain't no peace, 'cause all my city know is violence
We gon' take 'em on a chase if the police get behind us
Outta town they call 'em "12," in LA they call 'em "Johnny"
What make n*ggas get they act right? Flatline
Leave your cell phone at home 'cause it be pingin' off the satellite
Baby make my toes curl, I like the way she suck my di*k
If I gotta use a rubber, then I'm probably not gon' hit
Nasty, I was blowin' kisses when I caught the b*tch in traffic
She was sendin' texts like, "G, let me have it"
I ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm ratchet
When it come to this crip sh*t, b*tch, I'm a classic
Steelz

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
Keep it lowkey, f*ck with me, I f*ck with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this b*tch keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my n*ggas crip, that's how it be
I don't know them n*ggas that's tellin' them n*ggas they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that sh*t be free
My young n*ggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these n*ggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up L and G
I don't hang around with a lot of n*ggas, if I shoot some sh*t, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that pus*y ain't nothin', b*tch
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other sh*t
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, police come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, we talkin', b*tch, we done with it