Ant Banks (spoken):Oooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it offHa ha, yeah, you knowPooh-Man, big sucker, fat face fuckerSo won't you just pucker up and suck the nuts of the big, big badass niggaAnt Banks, let's do this shit, you knowLet's do this shit, niggaThe big bad ass, yeah(Ant Banks):Enough is enough with this fake ass bullshitMy finger's on the trigger and I'm itchin' to pull itNow let's see who's the first mark on my hit listIs it Winnie the Pooh? No, it's Pooh-man, the big bitchYou're just a mark till you heart miss a piddyMade another fake tape, and yet it sounds so shittySo meet your maker, muthafucka, I made youPut a quarter in your ass and I just played you, niggaYou frontin' like you rough and toughBut you was screamin' like a bitch when Hub socked that ass upI know the real, nigga, you just a punkAnd why you keep runnin' if you wanted some funk, nigga?Fake gangster, you off by a long shotQuick to get popped if I catch you on the wrong blockI keep a full clip up in my tankAnd you'll get tossed by the boss when you fuckin' with Banks, niggaChorus:fuckin' with BanksYeah boy, you'll get mopped when you're...Fuckin' with BanksYou get that ass socked up when you're...(Ant Banks):Three albums out, and they all on the flop listSee, you can't even rap, that's why your ass got dropped, bitchCuz the niggas I roll with is dangerousWe don't let no fake niggas hang with usI break that ass off with no remorseYou can't hang with the Banks, you better stay on the porch, niggaWith your bitch ass voice, shit, you sound like a chipmunkTryna be hard, you ain't not
Ant Banks (spoken):Oooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it offHa ha, yeah, you knowPooh-Man, big sucker, fat face fuckerSo won't you just pucker up and suck the nuts of the big, big badass niggaAnt Banks, let's do this shit, you knowLet's do this shit, niggaThe big bad ass, yeah(Ant Banks):Enough is enough with this fake ass bullshitMy finger's on the trigger and I'm itchin' to pull itNow let's see who's the first mark on my hit listIs it Winnie the Pooh? No, it's Pooh-man, the big bitchYou're just a mark till you heart miss a piddyMade another fake tape, and yet it sounds so shittySo meet your maker, muthafucka, I made youPut a quarter in your ass and I just played you, niggaYou frontin' like you rough and toughBut you was screamin' like a bitch when Hub socked that ass upI know the
 real, nigga, you just a punkAnd why you keep runnin' if you wanted some funk, nigga?Fake gangster, you off by a long shotQuick to get popped if I catch you on the wrong blockI keep a full clip up in my tankAnd you'll get tossed by the boss when you fuckin' with Banks, niggaChorus:fuckin' with BanksYeah boy, you'll get mopped when you're...Fuckin' with BanksYou get that ass socked up when you're...(Ant Banks):Three albums out, and they all on the flop listSee, you can't even rap, that's why your ass got dropped, bitchCuz the niggas I roll with is dangerousWe don't let no fake niggas hang with usI break that ass off with no remorseYou can't hang with the Banks, you better stay on the porch, niggaWith your bitch ass voice, shit, you sound like a chipmunkTryna be hard, you ain't not