Big Bandit Kapo - Matte Black (feat. Katchup & Boss Doe)

Matte black beamer
Head shot nina
Bad bitch diva
She let me run the visa
Head crack fever
Gun sound see ya
We used to move work out the peters
I keep me a drum don't get beat up

I do it for avi and liyah
You play wit that money they leave ya
Forty I pick it and roll it
A trapper I jus need a bleeper
I stay wit a shooter that nigga a blazer like Trevor Ariza
You get rich or die I keep me a iron
But I ain't anemic
My younging a drill in the field for some Louies
He like to get fly yea yea yea
A nigga still post in the hood
And i still do the shrimp wit the fries yea yea yea
They know what I'm on I get it it's gone
That pressure applied yea yea yea
Them pistols is drawn my opps play it calm
They know we outside yea yea yea
You can send shots missed me
Wrong move risky
Big round frisby
We spin and we slide down ya chimney
Block work dig me
Them boys in the hood screaming Ricky
We air out the glock till its empty
I bend through the opps in a Bently

Matte black beamer
Head shot nina
Bad bitch diva
She let me run the visa
Head crack fever
Gun sound see ya
We used to move work out the peters
I keep me a drum don't get beat up

I need them big rack big racks
Bet they not going know what to do wit me
Bringing the drip back big facts
Everything they doing I done did it
Most these niggas be burning they bridges
My money stack tall like midgets
My daughters she make me feel different
Feels like I completed a mission
You know I don't play bout niyah
You play and we bringing that fire
I know some niggas who act like they know me
Them nigga some liars
Clientele we get the work for the low
And we sell it for higher
Soon as we get it
We letting them go
I got buyers on buyers
Trap nigga ten piece
This typa shit make em envy
Treat dollar bills like a penny
The trap not goin close till it's empty
Yellow tape missile
Trust me this shit will get tricky
A nigga can die in my city
I'm from were niggas get busy

Matte black beamer
Head shot nina
Bad bitch diva
She let me run the visa
Head crack fever
Gun sound see ya
We used to move work out the peters
I keep me a drum don't get beat up

I don't wanna talk if it ain't bout bands
Just took a trip forty plate wit my mans
Took the same forty and we turn it to eighty
Dipping in the bitch getting gravy
I want the chicken and head form ya lady boy you ain't wavy
I want the chicken and head from ya lady boy you ain't wavy
Big plates just landed
Wrap like a sandwich
Break em and brand em
Just like we planned it
Zion when I jam it
Cane when I slam it
We surf on this turf
Steak with the salmon
All I need Hennessy
Loyalty and big knots
They envy me jealousy
Dick ride and sneak shots
We fall out but still fall through
Cause I know if I call you
When drama shit is lit
Pulling up wit ya biggest clip

Matte black beamer
Head shot nina
Bad bitch diva
She let me run the visa
Head crack fever
Gun sound see ya
We used to move work out the peters
I keep me a drum don't get beat up

Written by:
Ilyaas Arroyo

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