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letra de dont start pt. 2 - bizzy banks

[intro]
you can leave that [?], we ’bout to, aw, man
we got jbans in the stu’ (you better get in tune, like)
kyle with me (hold on, oh, what?), lover got the .30 (baow)
plus see-through, with the laser (what?)
word to my mother, he just, aw, man

[verse 1]
i’m really ebk
jj, he wit’ me and you know he droppin’ racks
you move hot, you get shot today
in the hood movin’ tight, broke boy, you know how i play
where you at, you could die today
if you not in my circle then you know you outta place
got some shooters that’s outta state
i done told y’all already that i ain’t gon’ hesitate
lie, caught chopper, you whole, ’cause that n-gga movin’
hop out the v, i just might lose it
i got some shooters that’s fittin’ to boom ’em
these n-ggas must, it’s really just music
like, don’t ask if i’m sure of my woo
n-gga, i’m structured, don’t try to confuse it
he owe me bread, ask me to pool stick
and i just might disrespect ’em
with a td, i’m victor, a chevy, i’m odell beckham
we cause terror like 9/11
call up the cars and you know he finna wet ’em
i got shooters that’s down to stretch ’em
n-ggas jack beef but you know i never met ’em
bando, can’t wait to catch ’em
i been trappin’ and juggin’ since i was the age of seven
i got a stick and move
got a bad lil’ b-tch who’ll line you up for some shoes
she want chanels from me
how you gon’ move like you tough and then tell on me?
and my shooters give h-ll for me
but if i do the hit, thank god i have bail for me
we spot ’em, my n-ggas spinnin’ with so many options
options, that’s two or three different knockers
b-tches be f-ckin’ off henny and vodka
like, look, i love when they kick us like we playin’ soccer
i used to unload and reload the chopper
i do a trip up and biggie, who shot ya?
my plug got sh-lls that’s bigger than lobsters
can’t f-ck with n-ggas who move like a copper
like, i don’t get that
you got shawty an ass and then made a diss track
pick up a gun and go get back
he tried to flex, bullet rip through his six-pack
we beat that boy in his sh-t bag
like, n-ggas know i don’t cap
i made it cool to jack what i jack
i’m ebk, n-ggas know all the facts
you respect me, i respect you
so i f-ck with my woos who really could rap
don’t ask about pop, don’t ask about siggy
i’m chasin’ guap and i’m gettin’ plenty
shots to your chest is like we drinkin’ henny
if she wanna f-ck then i tell her to jank me
(shots to your chest is like we drinkin’ henny
if she wanna f-ck then i tell her to jank me, like)
[chorus]
i told ’em don’t start with me
but these n-ggas done started some sh-t
i keep a glock with a stick
he make a move and his apple get split
like, like, slide
hop in the v, let’s go for a ride
like, pride
don’t lose your life tryna trip over pride, like

[verse 2]
she wanna drive
ain’t tryna get naked, pull that to the side
we gotta vibe
but i’m movin’ cautious ’cause b-tches is lyin’
we makin’ movies, call up pg
then get rid of all when we flash ’em
they up in the jet in the ashton
i need the backend
she wanna mack it
i’m in the hood and i’m still movin’ tactic
if i can’t back it i’ll shoot through the jacket
they do not know me so they think i’m cappin’
subs on the book but it ain’t no reaction
pull up, construction, you know he gon’ whack ’em, like
[chorus]
i told ’em don’t start with me
but these n-ggas done started some sh-t
i keep a glock with a stick
he make a move and his apple get split
like, like, slide
hop in the v, let’s go for a ride
like, pride
don’t lose your life tryna trip over pride, like

[outro]
don’t ask if i’m, don’t ask if i’m, what?
don’t ask if i’m, what?
n-gga, i’m shootin’, i’m tryna come through
moro beats

- bizzy banks

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