[Intro: Bandokay & LD]
Bands
ST
(Senseii)
Brrap
Brix'
(I'm 'bout to get real disrespectful in this motherf—)
TN
T1
Boy
Mhm
Brrt (All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that)

[Chorus: LD, Bandokay]
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside (You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger and stepped outside with twenty-five fries (Grr)
Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds, now he's out here rappin' 'bout too much pride (Uh, uh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off, we tried, we tried (We tried)
Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done thе opp, done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer, causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one, tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine
[Verse 1: LD & Bandokay]
Two dot-dots, side by side (Mh-hmm)
Over and under and side by side (Side)
They try run, but they never got far, so they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know how we bully this beef, not once did I lie (All of that, all of that, all of that)
Get bagged, I denied, I just throw them racks and it's hammers they rise (They rise)
That's more than a figure of speech
Try light up his skin like I hit it with bleach (Boy)
One hand on the wap, one hand on the wheel, little bro said he still tryna do it like me (Skrrt, skrrt, boy)
They all know what I do on these streets
I mash up the roads and I mash up the beats (Mh-hmm)
Broski jeet down my man's girl, now she wanna dance with the OSGs (All of that, all of that, all of that, ahaha)
She wanna dance with the drillers
Her bredrin's packed and she slept with the killers (Stretch)
Kway back, I put one in the headie, before rap, I been that n***a (Ayy)
I can tell you 'bout war in the W, me and M went there with matchin' spinners (Mh-hmm)
Three man downs, one-forty banged (Boy, boy, boy, boy)

[Chorus: LD, Bandokay]
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside (You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger and stepped outside with twenty-five fries (Grr)
Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds, now he's out here rappin' 'bout too much pride (Uh, uh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off, we tried, we tried (We tried)
Yo, I'm like, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp, done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer, causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one, tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine
[Verse 2: Bandokay]
The ting jams up, just cock it back (Glee)
Opps shoot first, tell bro-bro, "Knock it back" (Boy, boy)
I know you're not like that, just stop it, akh (Stop it)
Tell my lil' bro, "Shoot him and lock it back" (Ayy, lock it)
Jummer rocket that, PR pocket that
Bro caught him, whipped him, and shot him bad (They know)
SJ's ten plus, they got him mad (Ayy, free him)
Boogz went outside and dropped a man (Ayy)
Yo, swing my knife in your face and rip it through
If your friend backs it, I'll give him two (Ying that)
We turn up the streets, we kill all my peoples in the mood (Boy)
Tie him up, fry him up, fly in the boot
One hot clip, hot bells fly into you (Bine, bine)
They ain't on shit, Bando, I been the truth
N***a, stop cappin' all in the booth (Bine)
Yo, we drop people, they say my block's evil (Haha)
Ding dongs petrol, should've been diesel
Fill it up (Fill it up), lean out, crime scene lethal
When the opps all die, I can live peaceful
We can never be cool, hell no (Nah)
I'm makin' it rain, hailstones (Yeah)
I do it for all of my jail bros
You know the vibes, can't wait 'til Vellz home

[Chorus: LD, Bandokay]
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside (You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger and stepped outside with twenty-five fries (Grr)
Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds, now he's out here rappin' 'bout too much pride (Uh, uh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off, we tried, we tried (We tried)
Yo, I'm like, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp, done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer, causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one, tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine
[Outro: Bandokay]
You know the fuckin' vibes
Brrt
Boy