Dont start lyrics bizzy banks

If n**gas start something, I finish it
But I always start s**t, call me Genesis
It ain’t no competition, I’m putting it into it
These n**gas dying just ’cause of they sentences
Headshot leave ’em bleeding, period, uh
When I say s**t, it’s like they don’t be getting it
‘Rona got the world lit like Phineas

I always score off the backboard
Picked up a gun and I started to bag RAW
I get breesh with this mask on
I only hit once, b**ch what you attached for

Heard they opened the backdoor
My n**gas feening to slide and go blast more
We subtract when they add more
They ask who got guns, but wasn’t your task force
What the f**k do I look like A sell out
We copped a pounds from Cali to mell out
We do not sit for no charge, we gon’ bail out
Hit from the back and my name she gon’ yell out

I just be moving smooth like whoopy woo, uh
F**kboy, if you snooze, you lose
And it’s always two guns when I’m moving through, like
I’ve been feening to get him boomed
If you die, that’s the s**t that’s gon’ shake the room, like
Masked up when I make a move
It was time when your boy had to play it cool, uh
‘Cause a n**ga ain’t have a tool

But I’m still with the s**ts, so don’t be a fool, uh
Young n**ga just droppin’ jewels
N**gas know what I do when I break the rules
Certain lines you don’t cross, you gon’ make the news
I might just slide, do the cha-cha
Cucaracha, bust a move, then we aiming at his matta
Send a frank, no Sinatra
Before we make it hot, just chill like culata

Boy I’m a shotta, move proper
Big guns and this s**t go rata
I’m a savage, shoot good
Should’ve played for the Mavericks
I was down, but a n**ga been having
Play ball, but send bullets like Madden
No capping, f**k rapping
You know hustling really a talent
Bag it up, then I’m making it happen
She choking on deeck like the cinnamon challenge
Bag it up, then I’m making it happen
She choking on deeck like the cinnamon challenge, like

Ayo Rugga
Since young, you know I’ve been a shooter
We was spinning, no rips through your scooters
Got money, upgraded the Ubers
I got lit and f**ked b**ches at Hooters
Still in the field moving grams of the Cuba
Might get lost on my side like Bermuda
We don’t talk, we don’t beef on computers, uh
B**ch I got famous with no hooks
I ain’t get no looks, like
These n**gas so shook
I could tell you ain’t no crook
You get brushed like an old book
You a pawn, you got no rook, uh
Your lifer could get took
And your foodie could get cooked

I do this s**t on my own, so they hating me
Half of these rappers could never relate to me
I made a move from A to B
I done f**ked b**ches from A to Z
I told my b**ches to shake for me
Shawty get happy and start giving face to me
These n**gas p**sy, they know not to play with me
We just been trappin’, but this s**t a vacancy

➤ Written by Bizzy Banks
Album: Same Energy
Produced by Nonzo Beatz
Bizzy Banks | 2021

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You can leave that intro, 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

I'm really EBK
JJ, he wit' me and you know he droppin' rackes
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, caught chopper, you whole, 'cause that nigga movin'
Hop out the V, I just might lose it
I got some shooters that's fennin' to boom 'em

These niggas must, it's really just music
Like, don't ask if I'm choo or I'm my woo
Nigga, I'm structure, 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 911
Call up the cars and you know he finna wet 'em
I got shooters that's down to stretch 'em
Niggas 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' bitch 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 Hell for me
But if I do the hit, thank God I have bail for me
We spot 'em, my niggas spinnin' with so many options
I swear thats two or three different knockers
Bitches be fuckin' 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 shells that's bigger than lobsters
Can't fuck with niggas 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 shit bag
Like, niggas know I don't cap

I made it cool to jack what I jack
I'm EBK, niggas know all the facts
You respect me, I respect you
So I fuck 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 fuck then I tell her to jank me
(Shots to your chest is like we drinkin' Henny
If she wanna fuck then I tell her to jank me, like)

I told 'em don't start with me
But these niggas done started some shit
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

She wanna drive
Ain't tryna get naked, pull that to the side
We gotta vibe
But I'm movin' cautious 'cause bitches the line
JJ going to hop out and blast 'em
We makin' movies, call up PG
Then get rid of all when we flash 'em
I got some shooters thats really elite
They up in the jet in the Ashton
I need the backend
She wanna mackage
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 reactions

Call up, Kha Structure, you know he gon' whack 'em, like

I told 'em don't start with me
But these niggas done started some shit
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

Don't ask if I'm, don't ask if I'm, what?
Don't ask if I'm, what?
Nigga, I'm shootin', I'm tryna come through
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