

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Slide through, WILLI BANZ on the plate Whole hood know my face, know my pace If you not with the term, you in the way We don’t argue with lames, we just let ’em fade Big talk, but your name don’t ring Real ones never gotta over-explain things Eye for an eye, that’s the law where I’m from You either stand on it solid or you better run [Chorus] WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (nah) If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost) Eye for an eye where we live by the code Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they cold WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (uh) If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost) Stand tall or you vanish in the smoke Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they don’t joke [Verse 2] Talk slick, get clipped from the script Whole block read vibes, we can tell who switch You ain’t built for the ride, you can hop off quick ’Cause the wrong side step get your whole life flipped I remember long nights, we was down, no help Had to bet on the squad, had to bet on myself Now it’s WILLI BANZ up, never beg for respect Either show the same love or we cuttin’ the check [Chorus] WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (anything) If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost) Eye for an eye where we live by the code Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they cold WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (yeah) If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost) Stand tall or you vanish in the smoke Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they don’t joke (they don’t joke)
Tags
rap, Laid-back West Coast slap with swung drums, thick sub bass, and clean guitar plucks; male vocals riding behind the snare in the verses, hook opens with stacked gang chants and airy synth leads. Ad-libs pepper the gaps, last hook adds extra harmonies and a simple talkbox line to drive the catchphrase.
2:02
No
3/4/2026