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)