Fumez in the stu’ come loud Fuck the clout, we’re plugged in Plugged in with Fumez, grr Yo, I'm live and I just got bined (Don’t bring a hammer inside) It’s fine, the gang knows I'm one of a kind I’ve beat off this mash like a million times I'm bad on my J’s, but I'm badder with slime Bro’s got a mash in his hand on the sly Mhm, he’s nice, but he’s getting excited We know he ain’t about that life If I said: It’s on sight, then you show up Never cared for the fame, I just blow up Bredrin’s sick in his head, I'ma throw up He left a big hole in the middle, no donut Baking, been tryna get all my dough up Short temper, no, I don’t wanna grow up I don’t care what they wanted to show us I don’t want to speak, 'cause the feds wanna know us I'm TeeZandos, Zandos on go (go!) I’ve been outside, tryna double up Chest shot, huddle up, wipe man’s nose You spoke in the station, you’re breaking the code And you know I can kill a man lyrically? You can’t know what I get done physically I left the scene, and the crowd’s eyeing me Show me a ting with my booting ability We bring smoke to the function, me and Ree And I love bang bang (like TNT) I hate undies, I know when they’re preeing me Sat in a cell thinking: When are you freeing me? 5 foot, brown eyes, getting whiplash Gamble your life, didn’t bring cash She said: Your boy didn’t dig that No Filly 9. 50, that’s big cap She got creased like an Air Force 1 Buy them both black, they don’t ever mismatch Toys growing up, 'cause they never miss matches I work too hard, never ever relax Like Rosa Parks, I don’t ever sit back Bro keeps two sticks in the ride like Twix And he flings them packs when he sees a Kit-Kat If you didn’t want anguish You shouldn’t have run Poor aunties lost innocent sons And I know I'm his bro, but he had to get bun And I think it’s more peak 'cause he gave me the (shh) Now he’s calling me Fergie 'cause I got a feeling Mhm, and the feeling’s appealing Make a man lie down with no sexual healing I hope he don’t know what he’s feeling The rum in this potion’s potent If they ain’t gang, then I just can’t roll with them Bro in the back with the blicky’s loading them Sliming them man on no Nickelodeon Yeah, I come from the jungle, not humble I give bitches reasons to get up and rap And to think I was quitting this year, they’re digging my ting So I'm bringing it back The line rang like bells for shots by show And they ask for me I was outside with the guys Just swinging my knife at the age of fifteen I'm outside (gear up) I'm on time (gear up) He got slimed (gear up) And if you really got bang, then you better (gear up)