drizzy jet – guns & bankrolls lyrics
guns & bankrolls lyrics
[intro]
every day, these n+ggas mad
[pre+chorus]
every day, somebody mad, every second, i don’t give a f+ck
hotbox the coupe, tell ben, “roll the windows up”
promise to my n+ggas i’ma get us rich like i owe them somethin’
this sh+t be started, i won’t let these n+ggas take it from us
[chorus]
hatin’ n+ggas mad ’cause my bag bigger
sneaky b+tches lyin’, tryna get my riches
these n+ggas b+tches, man, i hate when they act like they with it
ran up my digits, i ain’t stoppin’, b+tch, i’m ’bout my business
[verse 1]
flippin’ state to state, f+cked up my money tryna stack a ten
i ain’t lettin’ up on it, when i drop, they like, “he back again”
with some new sh+t, jet dropped a new hit
f+ck my old ho, i got a new b+tch
[refrain]
we come from totin’ poles, slidin’, doin’ hits
brand new chopper and it came with a knife, i call it 21 (and i ain’t even twenty+one)
but in this glock, i put thirty of ’em
that’s enough to murk you and your brother
this jet sh+t, that’s what we die for
i can see you fake even with my eyes closed
life of a youngin, love guns and bankrolls
b+tch, i get money, drive fast cars, f+ck hoes
[chorus]
hatin’ n+ggas mad ’cause my bag bigger
sneaky b+tches lyin’, tryna get my riches
these n+ggas b+tches, man, i hate when they act like they with it
ran up my digits, i ain’t stoppin’, b+tch, i’m ’bout my business
[verse 2]
the big jet gone, i’m gon’ complete the mission
still on my block, i’m still deep in them trenches
still got cases pendin’, still gotta watch these n+ggas
got all these b+tches trippin’, they know that i’m that n+gga
[pre+chorus]
every day, somebody mad, every second, i don’t give a f+ck
hotbox the coupe, tell ben, “roll the windows up”
promise to my n+ggas i’ma get us rich like i owe them somethin’
this sh+t be started, i won’t let these n+ggas take it from us
[chorus]
hatin’ n+ggas mad ’cause my bag bigger
sneaky b+tches lyin’, tryna get my riches
these n+ggas b+tches, man, i hate when they act like they with it
ran up my digits, i ain’t stoppin’, b+tch, i’m ’bout my business
[refrain]
we come from totin’ poles, slidin’, doin’ hits
brand new chopper and it came with a knife, i call it 21 (and i ain’t even twenty+one)
but in this glock, i put thirty of ’em
that’s enough to murk you and your brother
this jet sh+t, that’s what we die for
i can see you fake even with my eyes closed
life of a youngin, love guns and bankrolls
b+tch, i get money, drive fast cars, f+ck hoes
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