Bizzy Banks, Masio Gunz - What He Jackin? lyrics
[Bizzy Banks, Masio Gunz - What He Jackin? lyrics]
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
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
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
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 digit's
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 niggas know how we act
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
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
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
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 digit's
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 niggas know how we act