Lyrics

Bankroll on me right now Ain't worried 'bout bail, that Glock don't lock up SRT, hunnid round hangin' out the window, I tore that block up Do it for cool, do it for any nigga that be pourin' that Wock' up I move like I was brought up in a mob, heard some of these niggas impostors King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers Where I'm from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps up Bankroll on me right now Ain't worried 'bout bail, that Glock don't lock up SRT, hunnid round hangin' out the window, I tore that block up SRT hangin' out the window (boom) Chopper make a hit like an instrumental (rah) Look, this a rental-geek, no, it ain't a rental, nigga You was all in her phone, I was in her dental (in her mouth) Glock with the switch won't lie, quote Ain't with the talkin', fuck the (rah-rah) And them fuck nigga know they can't stop us Run up, I'ma hit 'em with that (rah-rah) She actin' like she want to give me head in the Maybach If you want to do that, baby, come, we can see that Packets on full, ain't no way that we can weigh that I'm with the whole, yeah, get 'em hit, call it payback Ever since a nigga can remember, been a hot boy I ain't got no limit, I ain't stoppin' it when I start They be talkin' hard with them boys ain't got no heart Nigga say he wanna be a boss, play your part She been wonderin' why I ain't text her I been busy runnin' them racks up My life a movie but I ain't a actor Try me, I'ma shoot like a director Nigga, you ain't nothin' but a rapper He been lyin' on them songs like he whippin' that rock up Know a couple niggas in the trap Ain't goin' nowhere, sell a pill to a doctor Bankroll on me right now Ain't worried 'bout bail, that Glock don't lock up SRT, hunnid round hangin' out the window, I tore that block up Do it for cool, do it for any niggas that be pourin' that Wock' up I move like I was brought up in a mob, heard some of these niggas impostors King of my jungle, Mufasa, young niggas grew up with choppers Where I'm from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps up Bankroll on me right now Ain't worried 'bout bail, that Glock don't lock up SRT, hunnid round hangin' out the window, I tore that block up Whole lotta guns, got options Way before fame, we was mobbin' Me and my niggas was starvin' Whole lotta trappin', went robbin' Whole lotta clappin' a whole lotta clappin' Skin mask in traffic, they don't know what happened Way before rap, we was snappin' Eight figure transactions, couldn't imagine (ayy) Whole lotta M's (M's) Havin' that shit, now I'm him (I'm really him) Shoot like I aim at the rim (ayy) Long live Big Wet, Vonny Slim (gang) Trickin' got me in my feelings When we lose killers, we killin' (we on that) Therapy, we need some healin' Until then, we just keep drillin' (spin) Pull up, coupe got choppers in the hood, in my hood (yeah) It ain't bulletproof, 'cause I'm still good in my hood (you know that) And my raps don't lie, ain't tryna die, so I keep that fire Try to come show love, but I know fake love Bankroll on me right now Ain't worried 'bout bail, that Glock don't lock up SRT, hunnid round hangin' out the window, I tore that block up Do it for cool, do it for any nigga that be pourin' that Wock' up I move like I was brought up in a mob, heard some of these niggas impostors King of my jungle, Mufasa, young nigga grew up with choppers Where I'm from if it's a problem, we gon' slide and hit the opps up Bankroll on me right now Ain't worried 'bout bail, that Glock don't lock up SRT, hunnid round hangin' out the window, I tore that block up
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Fletcher Redd, Ljay Currie, Herbert Iii Wright, Leparis Kentae Sr. Dade, Joseph Chambers, Diego Avedano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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