text: Once In A While Lyrics
  Sykes, Sykes
  Top floor penthouse
  I reminisce just once in a while
  Q and Q for free
  Everybody getting high when I come to the town
  I was locked down down South
  Had tugs tryna tell me ’come to the mount
  Had a couple months til I’m out
  Just three months later, had a nine in that presser
  And it come straight out that blender
  I was out ere playin catch up
  Cah I know that my timin is precious
  How many times did I do that fast lane?
  Reach that junction, take that exit?
  It couldve been wrap when I throw this twenty
  But it got spent on a sawn off Trenton
  Get yourself caught on the lack
  No one cant save him
  Youre gonna see a doctor, who?
  David Tennant
  Four long kickin
  Swear down this one here ain’t from Tekken
  Caught me a suttin’ and it got left leakin
  I done it just like my pendant
  This black blade, that’s my best friend, thats my best friend
  And all the fiends know about the bando, thats their entrance
  Face-to-face with judge
  But Im thinkin’ no way that thats my sentence
  Do it for bro cah he do it for me
  Thats my bredrin
  Top floor penthouse
  I reminisce just once in a while
  Q and Q for free
  Everybody getting high when I come to the town
  I was locked down down South
  Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
  Had a couple months til Im out
  Bro got a couple months til hes out
  No doubt, Bando, man do it and bounce
  This Bad Bs comin qway from South
  Said she loves Bando and SJ, thats clout
  Jump out, creep up like a mouse
  But bros too fast, he wan scream and shout
  Bring smoke to the dance, go bow
  Have mouth and watch me back it from my pouch
  Ouch, smoke on me, I got it
  My bro got it too but hes high off loud
  If I pull up, dont be in the crowd
  Bandokay, bad yute from a child
  The opp boys know gang go wild
  And my fam telling me that I make them proud
  Year 9, school times, werent allowed
  I wouldve have my Rambo like man does now
  This sweet one wants Nandos now
  On my line said she wants to take Bando out
  I aint leavin the bando now
  Trap boy, Bando, Im a bando child
  Swing that, got my Rambo out
  Put a hand on Mango, man take him out
  Man break it down, man chase him down
  And pray that he dont make it out
  Top floor penthouse
  I reminisce just once in a while
  Q and Q for free
  Everybody getting high when I come to the town
  I was locked down down South
  Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
  Had a couple months til Im out
  Free SJ, pray he beats his trial
  I swear I got beef with the Malis
  Cah theyre tryna take over the town
  Spin-ting spins like a merry-go-round
  This brown skin brucks her back, shes from South
  Two got shh in a week, like, how?
  Normal procedure, load that beater
  Creep up then you hear click-clack-bow
  Double Lz, Im classed as bad
  You can get chinged out your DSquared pants
  SJ, my bro, my fam
  I swear I cant wait til my broski lands
  You dont want us to get this call
  Were doing our duties in Transit vans
  I was on them sides when my guys decamped
  Jump out, shing-shaow, or you might get slapped
  Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too
  But hes high off the pack
  Do it and dash, and pray I get back
  Cant call no cab cah hes smarter than that
  Phones at home, we dont do it for Snap
  Free Boogie B, he got caught on the cam
  Go and ask opps how they dislike man
  Ill tell you for a fact that Im know as a sav
  Top floor penthouse
  I reminisce just once in a while
  Q and Q for free
  Everybody getting high when I come to the town
  I was locked down down South
  Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
  Had a couple months til Im out
  Ay, all eyes on me, all eyes on bro
  Sweet one on me, shes winnin
  She dont know that my Rambos twinnin
  Man stepped in the rave, smoked up and drillin
  Free Boogie B, he got bagged for a killin
  Were drillers and the opp boys keep on singin
  Im in love with spinners, shotgun and swingers
  Right back tryna boot these wingers
  Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too
  But hes high off fumes
  If I slap off this pocket rocket
  You wont hesitate to go hide in groups
  Man lean and shoot
  Bro off this roof, create a movie in the 2s
  Ay, spin this coupe, bro, paigon, shoot
  Slap man then head straight to the booth
  SJ, Im anti, I dont fuck with socials
  Ching my man in his throat
  Hes singin all shit, he aint got no vocals
  OFB, we aint got no totals
  Scorin and scorin, and scoreboards hopeful
  OFBs tryna make it global
  Cock it, jump out and watch bro-bro smoke you
  No Snapchat, we dont do it for socials
  Top floor penthouse
  I reminisce just once in a while
  Q and Q for free
  Everybody getting high when I come to the town
  I was locked down down South
  Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
  Had a couple months til Im out6Embed