Big Bankroll

歌詞

(Drell On The Track) (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga Huh? Yeah, look Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes Then had the baddest of 'em all And I still ain't never chose Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah He took that blick straight out his pants and top Ain't gave that boy no pass I put that bitch right on his ass I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve nothin' I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something One body, two body, three body, four Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes Straight down with them poles Bending curves with my lit bros Out at night, get your life stole Harbor freight, don't use no stove Mold the shit then get it sold Face the bitch, he break the code I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to fuck That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fair Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes Then had the baddest of 'em all And I still ain't never chose Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah He took that blick straight out his pants and top Ain't gave that boy no pass I put that bitch right on his ass Do she love me or do she love me not? I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me? But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga Since I was eighteen on, who made me? I ain't go two months without killing me a nigga Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch Two books I split between two niggas, and get it back Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack 'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence Any case on me refer to shootin' back They can't pinpoint who I whacked Bring you bitches out like back to back Make 'em come and draw the charc, who next? I want another hat like motherfuck that I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' touch that Every time we see you up that Bitch, you know you gettin' bust at Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes Then had the baddest of 'em all And I still ain't never chose Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah He took that blick straight out his pants and top Ain't gave that boy no pass I put that bitch right on his ass Murder, we gon' throw the curveball Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin' (Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah