[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 nigga

That that buster shit nigga

I should bust your shit nigga

I'm done with this nigga

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 nigga 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 nigga, I don't pay no taxes

[Verse 3: Bandhunta Izzy]

No I don't pay no taxes, bitch I was trapping

Brrt, phone ringing like a bitch

Look at my face tat, it's a Glock twenty-six, with a thirty in the clip

Same glizzy that I got right now

Same glizzy that I use on your round

Same nigga on the block from the trap

You the same nigga from the circus of clowns

[Verse 4: Bandhunta Jugg]

Run down on 'em and I'm puttin' em down

Duct tape, better not make a sound

I got a Glock seventeen, fifty rounds

Yeah, what you talkin' 'bout now?

Niggas say they gettin' money

I came on your block, man that nigga was bluffing

Say, you say you got them hundreds

I'm running down on a nigga, I'm clutching

[Verse 5: Bandhunta Izzy]

Hugo nigga, bitch I been a boss

Louis belt with my nina ross

Henny in me, got me 'bout to spazz

Leave me 'lone 'cause bitch I'm in my bag

I just be doing my thing, ayy

You should not move in my lane, ayy

Got an AR and the K, ayy

Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy

[Verse 6: Bandhunta Jugg]

Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy

B, you don't want to see me

I slide through your block with the D-E

Bow, shootin' like TV

[Verse 7: Bandhunta Izzy]

G, this shit is easy

See, clear like HD

B, I sold like eight P's

Ice be so cold like an AC

[Verse 8: Bandhunta Jugg]

Can't you see that nigga spazzing?

Chopper in my hand, you know that I'm blasting

Can't you see that niggas rachet?

Don't care your situation, nigga I'm taxing

'Cause I need me a fraction

Whatever you making we gon' start subtracting

I hop out that pussy then I hop back

Tell lil baby I want it from the back end

[Verse 9: Bandhunta Izzy]

Since we talkin' 'bout math

I'm adding my profit, I flip it, I multiply

I shoot him straight in his eye

That nigga was smooth, I don't know how I saw the guy

I keep me a shooter with me

I don't do no regular, bitch yeah the shooter with me

I'm really a shorty nigga

I like my bitch old, I got me a cougar with me

[Outro: Bandhunta Jugg]

Yeah nigga, fuck wrong with you dumb ass niggas man

Fifty round drum, thirty round drum, hundred round drum in this bitch right now

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, sound like a motherfuckin' auction in this bitch, you heard me

Baltimore shit nigga

[Outro: Bandhunta Izzy]

Yeah yeah yeah, you heard what the fuck my brother said nigga

Fifty round, thirty round, hundred round nigga

Sound like a motherfucking auction nigga

Come get what you can afford bitch ass nigga

Bandhunta shit

Really the motherfuckin' murder team if you fuck with us