dynamic

Me and Bandit, we a army Yeah, aight, shit, let go The way I'm doin' shit, you gon' think that I'm dynamic Makin' money, makin' music, niggas can't stand it Slide with that musket, nigga, look like Miles Standish Red coat on me like a person saying dandy Hit him with that switch like a motherfuckin Nanny Put the 40 on him, nah, nigga, gettin' handsy See me with that money, nah, them bitches gettin' handsy Yeah, I'm at the front, nigga, nah, I'm at the fence Few shots in the air, got some niggas bein' jumpy I ain't got her number saved, but you savin' it as honey I ain't chasin' none of these hoes, only thing I'm chasin' money Tryna pack a nigga up like some motherfuckin' luggage People say they know me, but they never see me struggle Tryna pave the way, I know sometimes it's hard to juggle If you put me in that field, then I ain't never gon' fumble I'm a big city kid, how I grew up in that jungle Caught him ridin' in a four-door, we turned into convertibles Lil' this, lil' that, nigga, I ain't heard of him Todd, gurley shit, chop a see, the opps it hurdle em Started moved it slow, should be lookin' like a turtle, do Shootin' at his face, so he might just need a turtleneck Cakin' with the hoes, nigga, I ain't really into that Opps move it snaky in the grass, better watch your back They be askin, what's in my account? I said hella racks Hella bands, hella stacks, shawty lookin' like a snack I ain't like her face, so I might just beat her from the back Bookin' all these shows, should be lookin' like I'm automatic Keep it sticky in my jeans, better tell him EJ never lacked She said I got my name in her mouth, never that Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed Shawty said I'm tweakin, but I'm coolin, bitch, I stay relaxed Yeah, I'm really itchin' for that cheese, but I don't f*ck with rats Presidential treatment, ridin' in a whip, that's all black Damn, but I really like my presidents Tryin' to overstep, I had to shoot him in my residence Feel like Bruce Wayne with the gadgets, I got hella shit Said he went to church, ironic, left him heaven-sent Keep a glizzy on me if a nigga tryin' relish it Feenin' for that paper, bro, he locked up for embezzlement Put a dot on my scope, if they tweakin, I'm connectin' it 305 to 704, try to represent It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I They get lit, turned up, now