笨小笨A To C (Explicit)歌词由Bandhunta Izzy&G Perico&Steelz演唱，出自专辑《Forever Frontline (Explicit)》，下面是《A To C (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
A To C (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : Bandhunta Izzy/G Perico
作曲 : Bandhunta Izzy/G Perico
Keep it lowkey, **** with me, I **** with you, you stuck with me
I can't even hear my thoughts, how loud this ***** keep suckin' me
We skip that letter, A to C, my niggas crip, that's how it be
I don't know them niggas that's tellin' them niggas they tough, but please don't play with me
Want beef? Okay with me, that smoke, that **** be free
My young niggas on go for the 2-0, I'ma just pay the fee
I know these niggas heard of me, from Forest Heights, up LMG
I don't move around with a lot of niggas, if I shoot some shit, might tell on me
Just put that head on me, that ***** ain't nothin', *****
They hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other shit
Forty-cal, tuckin' it, policе come, run with it
Hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin', *****, we done with it
"Izzy on some hot shit, Izzy on some opp shit"
Nah, *****, you ****in' with them niggas I don't rock with
Y'all be on some cop shit, tell them boys we shootin' first
Dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
You wanna **** with me, hit the road with me? I got the bale
You want a quarter key, you want a quarter P? I got the scale
I can't work with y'all, he too lazy, movin' like a snail
Brodie just got home, he on niggas' ass like he in jail
Left wrist, VVSes, niggas cap, Mitchell Nesses
Milli' step, please don't test this, ass fat, she from Texas
Niggas don't play with me 'cause niggas know this **** ain't fake, my boy
Hoppin' out with Dracs, I wanna see how this ***** shake my boy
Let me hit it next, I'm tryna see how that ***** shake, my boy
We both had hit it raw, so please don't tell me that ***** late, my boy
Nasty, I don't know what these ******* thought, but please don't put it past me
Ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
What's happenin', though?
G Perico, Bandhunta Izzy
Third-letter bangers, know what I'm sayin'?
Keep one in the chamber, danger
Biggie Smalls Versace shades coverin' up my eyelids
In the streets it ain't no peace, 'cause all my city know is violence
We gon' take 'em on a chase if the police get behind us
Outta town they call 'em 12, in LA they call 'em Johnny
What make niggas get they act right? Flatline
Leave your cell phone at home 'cause it be pingin' off the satellite
Baby make my toes curl, I like the way she suck my ****
If I got a use a rubber, then I'm probably not gon' hit
Nasty, I was blowin' kisses when I caught the ***** in traffic
She was sendin' texts like, "G, let me have it"
I ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm ratchet
When it come to this crip shit, *****, I'm a classic
