Don’t Start, Pt. 2 (Original) Bizzy Banks (Ft. Pop Smoke)

[Intro: Bizzy Banks]
You can leave that intro, we 'bout to, aw, man (MoraBeats)
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 nigga movin'
Hop out thе V, I just might lose it
I got some shooters that's feenin' to boom 'еm
These niggas must, it's really just music
Like, don't ask if I'm Choo or am I Woo
Nigga, 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 cuz' 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, they gotta have bail for me
We spot 'em, my niggas spinnin' with so many options
I swear it's 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 choppa
I do a drill bumping 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' guap 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)