hankroll perri – 45 lyrics
you see, hankroll
i told my young n+ggas it’s a dirty game
keep it on you at all motherf+cking times
it’s better to be protected by a 45 than carried by 6 p+ssy
four five it makes nine but nine shots bring police
ass at strip bars to much gone make him o d
i spit like a old crackhead n+gga with no t++th
don’t understand you like long speeches from my o t
i’ma beast how the f+ck a record label ain’t sign me
waldo in the hood i ain’t make it hard to find me
the glock stick to the hip this b+tch look like a siamese
bullets the size of cones that be hanging off the pine trees
you can probably find me in five street in a audi
cause kilt booth looks like a crime scene from rhyming
most my fans watch till there eyes bleed
they dying to hear the next words that i speak if you try me
enemy catch head shots id’s than try me
in the box like a jack on some hi+c
they crying like babies that’s stuck in the high seat while dining
oh sh+t that he know that we won’t wait it’s trifling
the best to ever do this and i’m still here
the record label signed me they dropped you that’s spilled beer
they ain’t happen yet but when it does you should feel fear
i aiming for the top rappers i’m hunting with a steel spear look
them bullets the size of hot fries i push andy caps back
put holes in the back of his sh+t like snapbacks
them bullets the size of hot fries i push andy caps back
put holes in the back of his sh+t like snap backs n+gga
standing on penitentiary street with the crack pack
for studio time i’m out here strapped like a back pack
the bars making him fit him like back smack come through the hood shooting
flip the car like a flapjack
suppressor make it sound like ass cheeks when the mack clap
i rocking sh+t sleep i stuff bodies in napsacks
i’m the type to buy some new air jordan’s and ball in them
what the f+ck i do n+gga that’s what the f+ck i do
i’m the type type to buy some new air jordan’s and ball in them
cop a h+lly hanson snow suit trap in it all winter
for the shirt that’s designer my jeans was all denim
so my pockets like a b+tch ass with her drawls in them
that’s fat i’m long winded for rappers that think they better
like a fly rub my hands together when getting cheddar
wanna learn all you got to do is listen when i speak
while i spit like a old crack head jigga with no t++th
this as real as it g e t
i c+ck hammer back i knock out g e d’s it’s t o p
it’s rockin for me i set spark to the beef
shid i might charge them ten stacks for the beef
your the type of n+gga that ain’t f+cking with me
i treat the beat like daytona five so f+ck who you see
i’m out the window hanging over like the buck to your t++th
with a gun and if you see it out your b+tt you would pee
you ever heard of me switching the flow
you ever heard of a trap pimp flipping an hoe
i kick the b+tch out the car to watch the michillins roll
i told a stripper b+tch itz bad luck for splitting a pole
hankroll
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