[Chorus: Masio Gunz]
Uh, what he jackin'?
Uh, if he say the wrong thing then we blast him
Shots at his fashion
Uh, shots at his brain now he look like a fraction
Tell Bizzy whack 'em
'Cause I'm too lit to be tusslin'
Brokies ain't gettin' no bag they be fumblin'
I can show you some shit, hunnids comin' in
Bizzy yelling "Get money"
Uh, and you know I touch it, I take that
Catch me throwing the rock in the Maybach
Just might flock out the whip tell 'em aim that
If he front, set him up
Mix the 'tron with a perc now I'm stuck
Shawty irkin' my nerves, what you want?
Please don't call me if you ain't tryna fuck

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks]
Like, what
Don't call my phone if you ain't tryna fuck
If she a ten then I might shoot it up
She said she lovе me when I'm in her guts
I know somе lifters, ooters
Bitch, I'm a blood with movers
I might tell Ruger to oot' 'em
And show them how we really do it
Like bitch I'm not seein' you
She tryna fuck in the back of the vehicle
Tryna see what her Visa do
I took a yerky I'm gone off like three or two
Get it poppin' like champagne
You don't want static, so stay in your damn lane
Turn beast and go rampage
I practice on opps, don't go to know damn range
So she tryna clap it for me
She said that her pussy get wet for a savage only
Gotta roll with that hammer on me
She know I'm the Mac so her shit turn to macaroni
And I got a new shooter
He do a hit off a bike ain't no damn Uber
Chopper sing like it's Van Cooper
She think she a vibe, but I told my mans "Scoop her"
Like
[Chorus: Masio Gunz]
Uh, what he jackin'?
Uh, if he say the wrong thing then we blast him
Shots at his fashion
Uh, shots at his brain now he look like a fraction
Tell Bizzy whack 'em
'Cause I'm too lit to be tusslin'
Brokies ain't gettin' no bag they be fumblin'
I can show you some shit, hunnids comin' in
Bizzy yelling "Get money"
Uh, and you know I touch it, I take that
Catch me throwing the rock in the Maybach
Just might flock out the whip tell 'em aim that
If he front, set him up
Mix the 'tron with a perc now I'm stuck
Shawty irkin' my nerves, what you want?
Please don't call me if you ain't tryna fuck

[Verse 2: Masio Gunz]
Clip in that Glock like a broomstick
They know .380 be ready to lose it
I keep a gun, is you stupid?
Ain't in the league but we ready to shoot shit
Jump in the foreign, I'm cruisin'
Talkin' behind, it's no bruisin', gon' lose him
Don't think 'cause I rap I ain't packin' a Ruger
Rest of them digits, we chasin' the blue ones
Your man is bum, baby fuck is you doin'?
Ain't tryna fuck, that bitch smell like some tuna
And she a treesh, so she spread like a rumor
She go to trains, I ain't sendin' no Ubers
I move like life is a Chessboard
Got some bros knocked, they be shakin' the mess off
Holes in his chest, now he looking like Connect 4
That's what he get for all of that net talk
You ain't reachin' for shit, why you bluffin'?
This .40'll sweep, I bet you it brush 'em
He callin' his bitch while I'm fuckin', aye
I told her answer as soon as she comin'
That's why he mad
Body different so he tryna go off of my past
Baby don't crash, drive the boat, she gon' do whatever mixxy ask
All black mask, for the robbers and silver body for the Jag
Big EBK, TM, Structure, that's swag
166th n***as know how we act