Lul Bankro Certified

Huh (Whew Whew Whew whew whew whew) Bankro

My shoes and my pockets be beefing

Cuz I got red bottoms but my money crippin (Whaa)

My designer on point like a pencil I keep a Glock on me like urkel suspenders

Put my oops inna blender

Scoot up on his bitch and hit her from the fender

I'm a vet in the streets, what that mean

I'm tryna free all my dawgs out that mf kennel

Yo bitch call me builder like that **** Bob

Cuz she know I stay with a Rollie (Hi Bob)

Put Dusty in my cup and I'm adding the ice watch the shit turn real muddy

You **** Elmer Fudd

Cuz you still Rollin them woods and fuckin with Bugs (Silly Wabbit)

Don't bе mad at me **** cuz I'm doing shit

(Like what) that you Nevеr could (Huh)

I'm not a jacker but I just be jacking

Ran up a sack made it look like it's magic

Got a top hat might just pull out a rabbit (Fa real)

These diamonds on me and they came with some Karats (Damn)

Won't fuck a average cuz I got a bad bitch

Keep a stick on me cuz I'm not a rapper

I don't make music I just make it happen

Bitch you bet not leave with my charger adaptor (Come here)

She don't suck dick kick her out the trap faster

My potna like fatties she don't fuck with apples

He said fuck the apples cuz she bring the cabbage

As long as he Michael he beating her Jackson (Hehee)

As long as he Ikeing he beating her turner

We keep us a burner

We doing the shit that you ain't really heard of

Beat up the block tryna get to the suburbs

Don't peek out ya blinds we certified steppas

Just like Danny Glover we keep lethal weapons

If you want some smoke we ain't gotta play Tetris

Put a brick on yo head we gonn show you it's pressure

And no we ain't coppin no plea bargains

We the ones who let off shots at the Big Parties (Come Err)

I do not talk to police sorry

You don't want beef turn this bitch to a meat market

And just cause I rock foreign fabric don't mean nothing

You can get stomped in these red bottoms

Don't ask me about yo dead homie don't know bout em

Go dig him up and ask him bout me

Bitch you got some nerve

I like my bitches like I like my TVs they come with a curve

She ain't bout a bag then that bitch is trash kick her to the curb

Yea Yea yea, Yea Yeah

Fucking with bosses bitch your gonna learn

These **** cap of the year (CAP GOD)

Somebody get em a Cap and Gown

How you whippin these foreigns and got all this money

But you get caught walking across town

These **** Captain America somebody get em a shield and a mask

How you fucking these bitches and ain't got a bag

Cuz you out here saving they ass

(Yea yea yea Yea yea yeah), (Bitch)

Aight lemme hear that