On Go! (Intro)

(Kickin’ shit real quick, ya’ know?) (Tryina get this shit off..) (Yeah Yeah! This gonna’ be hard bro!) Yeah yeah (Con) Uh Yeah yeah Me and my nigga How we do? Kickin’ you Kickin’ flavor, kick the flows I’m not talking bitches I’m talking bros People keep on talking to me What they tryina say? I get my money, and I count it every single way But they don’t understand what I’m tryina say I spit the lyrical miracle Niggas keep on talking Yes, I’m at my top and my spiritual Keep on talking to me Guess I’m trying understand why my bars coming like a miracle Aye But you don’t understand my feelings You don’t understand the vibes Touching you like, I’m just blessing all these young children on the streets And people keep on talking to me Vibes ain’t never weak I keep on talking to the greats Like I’m talking tops But you don’t wanna’ talk to me You too busy poppin’ rocks (Rocks lil’ nigga) Yeah yeah Roll a 1.5 Then I take it to the face Smoke in my eyes And it’s burning like some mace Niggas said I can’t rap Niggas said I can’t sing Just like Trippie Redd said “I gone let that mac sing” It’s gone get to bussin’ See like Robitussin Niggas hating on my style “Man, what the f*ck then?” I’m bringing pressure like the motherfuckin’ dope man Like the motherfuckin’ dope man They coming for Bando But I niggas in the field I got murder on my mind I’m a dollar you a dime 4, 5, To a 9 We packing these stands Like it’s Pakistan Blowing shit up like a Taliban I know some killas in Birmingham I’ma make rain like the weatherman This ain’t no fantasy I taught you niggas the strategy Welcome to “Bando’s Academy” I got the bars and you can not handle me Aye Aye! I got the bars and you can not handle me Aye, Aye! He got the bars you can not handle him I gotta’ sweep the streets (Aye) You wanna’ talk like me You wanna’ ball like me, Yeah You wanna’ rap like me I gotta’ clean the streets Niggas wanna’ talk and they beating me? Niggas wanna’ talk and I gotta’ go Shoot out the choppa’ and you seeing me, Aye Niggas wanna’ go? I gotta’ fly Niggas wanna’ talk and I be with “that one” I got my Brody, my Brody, my Brody Yeah, He holding the gun You wanna’ talk like me? (Whoa) I do not feel your flow (Whoa) Flyer than Fly Flyer than sky Niggas wanna’ talk and I gotta’ go Go, Go I gotta’ go, I gotta’ Go, Go, Go I gotta’ go, I gotta’ go Go, Go, Go Yeah, Yeah Uh Yeah We gone make the block hot We gone make the block rock We gone make the block pop We gone make the block hot We gone make the block rock We gone make the block pop Always on go Never stopping Niggas talking shit They be snitching to the popo’ Yeah, we got the tools I ain’t talking about no pole-pole (No, no! we ain’t talking about no popo’) (Stop it nigga, No, we don’t do that) (No 69 shit, nigga stop it) On Go!