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lirik lagu don’t start pt. 2 (remix) – bizzy banks

lyrics from snippets

[intro: bizzy banks]
you can leave that intro, we ’bout to, aw, man
we got jbans in the stu’ (you better get in tune, like)
kha 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: bizzy banks]
i’m really ebk
jj, he wit’ me and you know he droppin’ rakes
you move hot, you get shot today
in the hood movin’ tac, 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
like, call choppa a u*haul, ’cause that n*gga movin’
hop out thе v, i just might lose it
i got some shooters that’s feenin’ to boom ‘еm
these n*ggas must, it’s really just music
like, don’t ask if i’m choo or i’m my woo
n*gga, i’m structure, don’t try to confuse it
he owe me bread, his ass on a 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, they gotta have bail for me
we spot ’em, my n*ggas spinnin’ with so many options
i swear thats 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 drill bumping 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 shot in yo 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 put that boy in a 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 ciggy
i’m chasin’ gwuap 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: bizzy banks]
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

[bridge: pop smoke]
hold on, hahaha, goin’ crazy here
hold on, woo

[verse 2: pop smoke]
look, i’m like “who that n*gga?” (who that n*gga?)
talkin’ ’bout “what’s stackin’, what the f*ck is up?”
huh? he ain’t one of us
you lookin’ dirty n*gga, you ain’t one of us, nah
i come from the bottom where n*ggas keep ninas tucked (huh, brr, brr)
we don’t stop shots ’til the sun is up (get that n*gga)
i pass dafi the chop that’s a give and go (woo, baow)
keep five stones in his head like a mineral
he put pep at his head like a mento (brr)
.38 punching like kimbo (grr, pow, pow, pow)
when you talkin’ to me, b*tch remember i’m a giant (giant)
i dropped outta school, i’m defiant (huh)
a hater still here and they lying (facts)
but in the jungle i’m a lion (grr)
now they see me on a flight (brr, brr)
they like “papi on fire” (fire)
i really just bought the new laferrari
rd like sent me the wire (woo, woo)

- bizzy banks

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