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lubankroll - close range lyrics

yea
bankroll!
trvp!

hold up

(bankroll)
-hook-
free my dog erik out them chains
smokin’ big dope caught em’ wit dat thang
ran up in tha trap 6 deep
had to sn-tch them sneakers of ya feet
yuh, bank
bank bank
runnin’ up hit you close range
runnin’ up hit you close range

(trvp)
alla my racks yea they stacked in the back
back to tha future these n-ggas is wack
dippin’ and dabbin’ im gone off tha wax
sippin’ relax pull up and splash
i do not act, n-ggas want static if you was asking we can get at it
i been up trappin’ n-gga ran off on tha plug
go ahead and show some love
god dam n-gga, why you just switched up the flow
why you had to go and do that to bro
have my n-ggas go and beat em’ some more
cus my houston patnas already know
all these drugs man they came off a boat
white bricks, d-mn its looking like snow
i ain’t swat but we kickin’ yo door, if a n-gga really askin’ fo smoke
lemme gone head and run it again
all my n-ggas know we came here to win
all my n-ggas know i ride to tha end
i will neva fold u got me bent
free my n-gga erik outta the can
only got brothers i don’t got friends
i been dreamin’ bout convertible benz
counting 50’s while u counting them 10’s

most of my n-ggas they g-ngb-ng
half of them n-ggas just slang thangs
pull up ona n-gga like bang bang
wit a red dot n-gga you can split brains
most of ma n-ggas they gang bang
half of them n-ggas just slang thangs
pull up ona n-gga like bang bang
with a red dot n-gga u can split brains..

(bank)
yuh!
with that red dot you can split brains
so many racks in tha bank
we go make it rain
we got them gunnas they letting it spray
red dot hit you with da choppa’
red dot hit you and yo momma
lay em’ out pay him a comma
my n-gga xtendo he came with that drama
neva lacking b-tch i come with that llama
b-tch ima blow that
me and my n-ggas you know that i tote that
a n-gga blow first than ima blow back
quit talkin’ stiff n-gga come show that
…
hitting tha beat, you know ima flow that

wait, hol up
wait. hol up

(bank)
runnin’ from feds
shootin’ yo head, not looking back.. oh sh-t he dead
my wrist lookin special it might be tha ocean
f-ckin yo bit there ain’t no emotion
nut on ha face call that explosion
10 on my neck feel like i’m choking
i feel like i’m choking

(hook)
runnin’ up hit you close range
runnin’ up hit you close range

i said free.. my.. dog.. erik.. out.. them chains
smokin’ big dope caught em with that thang
ran up in tha trap 6 deep
had to sn-tch them sneakers of ya feet
yuh, bank
bank bank

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