I'm sending shots like a bartender I'm the last of my breed like the air binder put a stamp on yo sneek dis watch it get returned to sender Homie you're not a real gangster, you a pre tender Never get no b******, cause they swipe on left on tender We outside and you play bullets hit his fender No pretender just the way it's gonna go. they want smoke no problem we like to crash call me bandaco I hang with sicos You know the type t the ones who like to reload bananaclips slow creep up fast and let it go bullets hit u looks like you dancing Calypso.