borleone - bankroll lyrics
[intro]
what? huh? hah
yeah, yeah
b-tch
[chorus]
in the trap, n-gga tryna get a bankroll (in the trap)
tryna run my bands up ‘fore the bank close (run that sh-t up)
pour a four of the wock’, now my face closed (that wockhardt)
k!ll that n-gga doa, now the case closed (that n-gga dead)
servin’ j’s back to back, that’s how my day go (hey auntie)
pull up with that n-gga b-tch in a range rover (hah)
b-tch, i’m back in the trap lookin’ for that baking soda (what the f-ck?)
that n-gga lame, that n-gga fool, he just a local joker (that n-gga fool)
[verse]
b-tch, i’m back on the block, trappin’ on the cement, uh
see it in his face, that n-gga don’t want me to win, uh
that’s young borleone, these n-ggas don’t believe in him, uh
still ridin’ with that stick, .762’s, they leavin’ him, uh
loyalty, i asked that b-tch do she believe in it? uh
best believe, i see my opp, you know i’m squeezin’ sh-t, uh
runnin’ to the money on that jeepers creepers sh-t, uh
runnin’ from the feds on that willie beamen sh-t, uh
f-ckin’ that b-tch in the morning, f-ckin’ that b-tch ’til the evening, yeah
taking her soul, i’m f-ckin’ her throat, i’m on some demon sh-t, yeah
called my plug for a pound on some schemin’ sh-t, uh
call up sito with them sticks, he gon’ leave you quick, uh
keep that glock on me, b-tch, you know extension clip, uh
i was stuck in the kitchen, look at how i water whip
b-tch, i’m young borleone, can’t f-ck with no dirty b-tch, 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
b-tch, 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 n-ggas shoot
i’m in the a with the bloods
f-ck with some crips too, uh
slimin’ sh-t just because (yeah)
the f-ckin’ rent due (b-tch)
[chorus]
in the trap, n-gga tryna get a bankroll (in the trap)
tryna run my bands up ‘fore the bank close (run that sh-t up)
pour a four of the wock’, now my face closed (that wockhardt)
k!ll that n-gga doa, now the case closed (that n-gga dead)
servin’ j’s back to back, that’s how my day go (hey auntie)
pull up with that n-gga b-tch in a range rover (hah)
b-tch, i’m back in the trap lookin’ for that baking soda (what the f-ck?)
that n-gga lame, that n-gga fool, he just a local joker (that n-gga fool)
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