bankroll fresh - 17 lyrics
[verse:]
hood rich, hood rich, hood rich
phone 28
suspect was last seen fleeing in a white sport sedan
all units respond
suspect is believed to be armed and dangerous
10-4 over and out
bankroll
coming up, metropolitan
in a super sport
seen a red dog bust a u-turn into [?]
smashing on them yes of course
i jumped up on my [?]
i laid down for a minute they didn’t see the boy
that’s my two piece of og
i had three zips of [?]
he can cut weed all he want
i’m taking cut with all these
all the blood on our t–th
f-ck goin the right street
i’m gonna hide in a tree
to do no f-cking with me
i was 17 when i sold my firm out
i was 17 when i bought my first pound
i was 17 when i had a hunned round
i was 17 and the sh-t was [?]
young n-gga grind mother f-cking mud
young n-gga don’t give a f-cking foot
f-cking with my old uncle man he’s drinking buds
f-cking with my cousins them n-ggas real bloods
ran my money up and i don’t give a f-ck
ran my money up and i don’t give a f-ck
ran my money up and bought a bigger truck
mickey thompson’s on that b-tch, i lift it up
f-cking with the thug down in joy land
i got twenty thousand in blue rubber bands
f-cking with them young n-ggas in the tent
f-cking with the real n-gga you n-gga shrimps
f-ck around my name is on a blimp
f-ck around my name is on a blimp
she don’t want you n-gga cuz you was a wimp
[?]
n-gga who’s buying it b-tch i’m seeing if you buying it
i was 17 when i first starting trying it
i was 17 when i started out trapping
i was 17 when i first made it happen
10 year later i’m that n-gga dip and dabbing
10 year later on the n-gga still swagging
10 year later 250 in the matrix
no i’m just trying to hit it in the attic acrobatic
flipping like a mother f-cking gymnasium
flipping like a mother f-cking [?]
i got all these holes on my mother f-cking b-lls
i’m the f-cking big dog, supercharger with the stars
you know what i’m charging n-gga you know what the fee
you know what i’m charging n-gga you know where i’ll be
if you hit my phone n-gga, you and me ain’t reach
don’t mother f-cking text me about no mother f-cking peace
n-gga said he wanted 10, please come see me
n-gga want a ten, please i’ll get you ten easy
hood b-tch acts like a speakeasy
got that 40k i will f-ck believe me
i was 17 when i first started trapping
i was 17 28 gram second
i was 17 when i first started stashing
i was 17 years old mother f-cking wild savage
17 years old sit by nine alpine
17 years old lock on my glock i got mine
17 years old had a mother f-cking nine
17 years old my lil patna caught a dime
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