Bankroll Lyrics

[Intro]
What? Huh? Hah
Yeah, yeah
Bitch

[Chorus]
In the trap, nigga tryna get a bankroll (In the trap)
Tryna run my bands up 'fore the bank close (Run that shit up)
Pour a four of the Wock', now my face closed (That Wockhardt)
Kill that nigga DOA, now the case closed (That nigga dead)
Servin' J's back to back, that's how my day go (Hey Auntie)
Pull up with that nigga bitch in a Range Rover (Hah)
Bitch, I'm back in the trap lookin' for that baking soda (What the f*ck?)
That nigga lame, that nigga fool, he just a local joker (That nigga fool)

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm back on the block, trappin' on the cement, uh
See it in his face, that nigga don't want me to win, uh
That's Young Borleone, these niggas don't believe in him, uh
Still ridin' with that stick, .762's, they leavin' him, uh
Loyalty, I asked that bitch do she believe in it? Uh
Best believe, I see my opp, you know I'm squeezin' shit, uh
Runnin' to the money on that Jeepers Creepers shit, uh
Runnin' from the feds on that Willie Beamen shit, uh
f*ckin' that bitch in the morning, f*ckin' that bitch 'til the evening, yeah
Taking her soul, I'm f*ckin' her throat, I'm on some demon shit, yeah
Called my plug for a pound on some schemin' shit, uh
Call up Sito with them sticks, he gon' leave you quick, uh Keep that Glock on me, bitch, you know extension clip, uh
I was stuck in the kitchen, look at how I water whip
Bitch, I'm Young Borleone, can't f*ck with no dirty bitch, uh
And I served my favorite uncle my first goop stick
Haha, yeah, facts
Uh, .223 shoot like a flute
Watch out, I'm aimin' at you, uh
Bitch, I'ma shoot out the coupe, uh
Matter fact, shoot out the roof, uh
Then I'ma call up Lil Goon (Goonrich)
We just might pour up a deuce
Then I'ma pull up on Esco (Esco)
Poppin' them Percs by the two (By the two)
You don't want me call up Lil Cuz (Lil Cuz)
You know that my young niggas shoot
I'm in the A with the Bloods
f*ck with some Crips too, uh
Slimin' shit just because (Yeah)
The f*ckin' rent due (Bitch)

[Chorus]
In the trap, nigga tryna get a bankroll (In the trap)
Tryna run my bands up 'fore the bank close (Run that shit up)
Pour a four of the Wock', now my face closed (That Wockhardt)
Kill that nigga DOA, now the case closed (That nigga dead)
Servin' J's back to back, that's how my day go (Hey Auntie)
Pull up with that nigga bitch in a Range Rover (Hah)
Bitch, I'm back in the trap lookin' for that baking soda (What the f*ck?)
That nigga lame, that nigga fool, he just a local joker (That nigga fool)

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