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bankroll reese – missed call lyrics

[intro: babytron]
you stupid+ass lil’ boy
aye, stupid+ass lil’ boy, huh
what up, stan? what up, reese?
aye, aye, aye, aye
sh+ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
rusty+ass boy need wd+40
pockets fat as h+ll like i f+ck with e+40
jumped in the deep end, never seen dory
laying with a cold b+tch drinking [?]
and the piece foreign, visa from the netherlands
this b+tch got the demon head but she heaven+sent
goat dna, b+tch, you can’t question it
heavy+ass triple s, i could press a brick

[verse 2: stanwill]
been a scammer since birth, i’m a shiesty f+ck
you bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers
man, yo b+tch? i’m most likеly f+cking
real sh+ttyboy, me and gang, we ridе with plungers
that mean we got sticks around
360 on a b+tch, i done spint around
if it’s up, bro’ll make a opp hit the ground
she gon’ go poof if you bring yo b+tch around
[verse 3: bankroll reese]
i could make hits, take hits, or i could do both
i just got a chop, the clip longer than my new bow
just had yo b+tch in her feelings, did her too bold
if it’s really beef, i grab the heat like it’s too cold
aye, now they finna say i came heat
i watched everybody ’round me change but i’m the same me
n+ggas tried to knock me off my pivot, i ain’t changed feet
old hoes get the dang face with the gang three

[verse 4: babytron]
good punch turned my closet into foot locker
ran the check the f+ck up, i’m a jugg doctor
ran the check the f+ck up, i need a foot doctor
you ain’t aiming for my head, you a foot popper

[verse 5: stanwill]
smackdown punch work, i came scotty 2 hotty
big drip, boy, yo b+tch sick i came tsunami
drifted on ’em out, turn a scat to a ducati
caught him skywalking at the set and knock the luke out him

[verse 6: bankroll reese]
with the sh+ttyboyz, cutting up like the ninja turtles
i be really dripping off+white but my denim purple
and my cup full of crushed ice but i’m sipping purple
they ain’t feel the pressure last year, b+tch, i’m finna hurdle
[verse 7: babytron]
got kicked out of church ’cause i scammed my reverend
if i hit him with that, he gon’ land in heaven
jay ale’s now, it used to be anorexic
shout+out fedex, i got apple jacks for breakfast

[verse 8: stanwill]
wouldn’t put a ring on a b+tch if she was neptune
b+tch said she wasn’t throwing neck so i left room
louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves
crack him up with the chop, i brought [?]

[verse 9: bankroll reese]
aye, but ain’t sh+t funny
you ain’t throwing neck? b+tch, you ain’t got sh+t for me
they like, “what’s that hanging out that b+tch?”, that’s the clip, dummy
and i’m steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy

[verse 10: babytron]
throw a jab? f+ck around and get yo ass k!lled
the gang speed cranked up, you can’t pass this
i’m a ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
jam d+ck in yo b+tch then i jam chips

[verse 11: stanwill]
if it’s pape on the floor, i’ma lay down
more slides, ot, than a playground
i’ll bust him if i catch him on a greyhound
we on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 mile
[verse 12: bankroll reese]
n+ggas tapping in for the sauce, this sh+t a1
i could pass it off or shoot the pill like i’m trae young
never folded sh+t, tatted on me since day one
b+tch called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up

- bankroll reese lyrics

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