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bankroll fresh - walked in lyrics

[intro: bankroll fresh]
(street)
(yeah i’m back!)
(2-17 on the track, man)
(yeah, yeah)

[chorus: bankroll fresh]
looking like a trapper when i walked in the building
that mean i got something expensive
know my frames, they’re k!llin’
all these hoes i’m k!llin’
n-gg- came from dope dealing
dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
come up in the street i’m peeling (skrr)
come up in the street i’m peeling

[verse 1: street money boochie]
and i might just lose the ceiling
and i’m trying to grind up on a million
and i might k!ll it if feel it
h-ll yeah!
ya d-mn right i k!ll it if she give it
mac got extension
take it and we flip it
take it and remix it
bring it back
sixteen curry on them hoes
bank too big
need pockets like girbaud
hold up, wait!
know exactly how it goes
it’s boochie!

[verse 2: strap]
no, bet you can’t do it like this
fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists
me and joblow gon’ scheme on your b-tch
alley to my n-gg-, getting money out the six
street money nino
got a hundred in the six
ain’t no gas
i’ma juug this mid
pint coming in, i’m a lean like this
i hit hard, like shawty you lit
f-ck all you rappers
my trap look like casper
came in like this
turning up on you b-st-rds
after i smash
lil n-gg- can have her
f-ck from the front
then i’m turning her backwards
ask all those strippers, i stay with that cash
i’m in a dipper i’m moving them bags
play with that money
we put on a mask
new no limit, we bustin’ your -ss

[verse 3: bankroll fresh]
i walked in
throwing to the ceiling
looking like a m-th-f-cking milli’
looking like a m-th-f-cking gotti
stop flexing b-tch, you ain’t really poppin’
these bottle wars, all these bottles what we poppin’
ace of spades poppin’
rosé poppin’
b-tch we poppin’
you ain’t really jockin’
y’all n-gg-s flexing
y’all ain’t got it
i got 2 b-tches
they’re getting’ wild
these b-tches want to do doggie style
i got one black and i got one chinese
she be talking to me, she say, “kung pow!”
i f-cked it up, i just made a pound
smokin’ this sh-t up, i made a cloud
just f-cked it up at the after hour
4:42, yeah, it can’t wait to growl
b-tch yo -ss ugly
and yo -ss is musty
so free b-tch, here go a bar of dial
stinking -ss breath, smell like black & mild
i’m fresh as h-ll, b-tch, wipe me down

[verse 4: ali]
all of these hoes be staring
all of my sh-t exclusive
she wants me, because i’m cooler
looking like a god d-mn jeweler
might fly to bermuda
thank god, a n-gg- rich, hallelujah
i flew her out, and i barely even knew her
i f-cked her, now that b-tch luda

[verse 5: quez]
walked in this bih looking like frank lucas
me and my god d-mn shooters
carbon got a god d-mn cooler
clip like a god d-mn ruler
these b-tches faded, be acting funny
all that she wants is a bag of money
get her on molly she be actin’ sl-tty
hit from the back, and she ate her buddy

[chorus: bankroll fresh]
looking like a trapper when i walked in the building
that mean i got something expensive
know my friends, they’re k!llin’
all these hoes i’m k!llin’
n-gg- came from dope dealing
dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
come up in the street i’m peeling (skrr)
come up in the street i’m peeling

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