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They say-they say They gone smoke you, ha Where they at They say Bank, they, ha-ha Where they at They say Bankroll they gone smoke Ha Where they at-at Doing all that fucking lurking Go and get some fucking money Pull up with that clip They react with the semi Shorty we don't tweak for sh- Aye check this out man Aye what's up with all this stick talk I need more money (More money) Less hate (Less hate) But I'll take both how they come Man why the fuck they make me Have to do this one right here Threw me off my groove & shit man Oh yeah No hook Gang They say Bankroll They gone smoke you, ha Where they at Doing all that fucking lurking Go and get some fucking money Pull up with that clip They react with the semi Shorty we don't tweak for shit That's how Niggas get hit Remember being broke as fuck Fucking with Dramah Pulling up in Hummer trucks Popped this flat Now Bankroll finna fucking rush Don't tempt me On foe 'nem gone let it bust Make them blush But I'm high looking for a slut Fat ass, thick waist Take dick like a pro All star, MJ But the bitch ain't shit Can't trust her Nor wife her The bitch dismissed She trifling shit Ran off the plug Just for a percent Now she want me back She heard I ran the shit up quick I kind of tired But you know that I can't quit The ops glancing cause they pockets Is flat than a bitch Why they throw that salt shit They throw that shade shit Pop out that shade quick Bishop, but I won't miss That's a couple shots up in that bitch I get him leaking Bad bitch, Puerto Rican But that bitch a eater Did you meet Lil Keisha Shorty that bitch super freaky I'm off a yang Hit the pussy Then a nigga skeeting I hit the dash, then I smash Then go get some cash I'll grip her ass Jump out your body He meet the mag I meet your bitch I'm finna smash But I'll give her back These niggas say that Bankroll nigga they gone catch you lacking I air it out I caught him lacking Boy that nigga capping These niggas act Like they getting money Like a nigga trapping Nigga got that, nigga been did it Imma beat it up just like I'm Kobe Nigga keep talking These niggas they phony Most of these niggas They act like they know me I'm in the stu cutting up Just like Little Caesars But nigga ain't talking no pizza You know Bankroll He bout his cheese nigga Foe nem up and he have a seizure Nigga he better be cool, no leaking Why the fuck is he leaking that info At his front door He dead at the back door I swear to God it is a wrap tho
Writer(s): Datrell Brookins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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