[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzy]
We pull up with four sticks and four thirties
Yeah that's a hundred twenty them hollows
I was just jugging work out in the city
Selling them drugs, Izzy El Chapo
Business the motto, no we don't beef 'bout no broads
That's some sucker shit n***a
That that buster shit n***a
I should bust your shit n***a
I'm done with this n***a
Bro told me chill but I couldn't
Had to just throw on a hoodie, put on a mask
Had to just load up the MAC
Had to just put on the gloves, cover the tats
First degree murder, really done did it
Two-two-threes, they'll knock off his fitted
Taught me I'm wicked, taught me I'm evil
I just say that I was growing up different

[Verse 2: Bandhunta Jugg]
Fuck did I say, we was growing up twisted
Got plates in the sink but no food on the dishes
Mother seen what I did, got suspicious
I'm sorry ma, I'm tryna run up these digits
We'll pull up on 'em with the chopper
I got a lot of shooters on my roster
They gon' say put me in
Then they gon' spend a band like a scene up outta Shottas
But I ain't Jamaican, don't get it mistaken
'Cause a n***a still crazy
All these bands, I'm 'bout to rake in this shit for the taking
Think I'm gonna need a banker, damn
But I don't trust no bank
So I put them racks up in the mattress
Still stacking up like it's Tetris
All them bands, I'm getting profit n***a, I don't pay no taxes