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neck productions - pepi løpez lyrics

im spending racks on top of racks yeah
im spending roll after roll, yeah

[hook]
thank god for this bankroll
(this bankroll, this bankroll)
{im spending roll after roll, im spending stacks on top of stacks, on top of racks on top of stacks}

[1stverse:reecey ree]

as the world spins
i get a whirlwind of confidence
your incompetence
won’t accomplish sh-t
empty promises
will demonstrate
how far you get
as long as y’all rolling, these beats gone hit
see the feds patrolling, steal the cash i grip
get an o
one half i flip
the other half- roll spliffs
me and the weak half can’t co-exist
then about a week past
been about my weed pack
grindin’ harder than a wet back
earning green backs
pulling out that lean
can you tell me where my fiends at
never worried bout the fees
n-gga best believe that
i’m p-ssed that
with the hash pack
can you p-ss back ?
nah it’s in rotation
who to lash at ?
when the stash sn-tched
n-ggas get smacked
never no hesitation
i can never recollect
when you connected with the neck
resurrecting old connections
boy those bridges ain’t intact
disconnecting those confessing
where me and cash connect
you ain’t seen a savage yet
you better salvage every check
best pay homage to the neck
we ain’t promising sh-t
thriving out of the sticks
you know not of the sticks
and thats probably best
and that’s pray for yo’ cash

[hook]

[verse2:merce milly]

n-ggas wasn’t with me from the jump
sippin’ champagne out of plastic cups
i ain’t like that sh-t, so i won’t front
my lungs felt empty i was looking for the blunt
i was tryna get a couple hits, and get my lean on
yeah, i heard a couple beats, i had to eat those
said the herb was never weak, we was smokin’ on d-bo’s
and n-ggas gettin’ nervous anytime they hear that we rolled
i’m just tryna make it off of me and the fam
bag the weed in to grams and im out
(n-gga, n-gga, n-gga)
i got racks on top of racks, on top of stacks in the sacks
tryna hide the smell inside of a house
(n-gga, n-gga, n-gga)
no doubt n-gga, looked out n-ggas
lay your -ss down, if you try to run your mouth
(n-gga, n-gga, n-gga)
thankful, for the bankroll
got me danked up
plus the haze gone, probably face one
let me get sw-nked out
(n-gga, n-gga, n-gga)
personally, its personal to me
i got the purp, on my person
but the purple just keep hurting me
the purpose of this verse
we might just curse you with the worst degree
and the works just might cause a certain fee
but certainly, merce milly, been murkin beats
with certainty, i got your b-tch to work for me
cause nothing in life is served for free

(bodied)

[hook]

[verse3:chadroc]

thank god for this bankroll
my money foreign like them b-tches and my lambos

with the suicide doors, is it suicide though
like the devil and his pitch fork
been dope, lean woke, seen folks cut throat, sl-ts roll
y’all n-ggas b-tching like a b-tch on her menstrual

used to be a good little kid until i got fascinated with the weed and the lean
can’t you see ?
helped the pain, on them rainy days thru a window pane
visions of myself with a drive by crew, what’s a drive by do? what’s a drive by do ??
run for the block while we pursue
mobbing sh-t, that robbing sh-t, like i’m robbing you
go in your pockets, make you come up out them
everything must go, glock 9 for the watches
watching everything with no privacy
i’m rolling in on that proper tree, how live it be
they watching me, steal from the rich for the poverty
(for the poverty)

[hook]

[verse4:kamakaziii kei]

i’m still that kid your parents told you stay away from
since day one, nothin’ changed up, but the pay stub
i been playin’ wit the paper in my paypal
ever since playin’ at the playground, got played out
i been makin’ plays in the game now
look you face-to-face, can’t face me, put your face down
see me and run straight to the side, like a fade route

stop askin’ for fronts, f-ck when you get your next check
’til then, my fingertips sticky like a semtex
i ain’t trickin’
but i’m finger-flippin’ thru the money like a tech deck

always looking bummy, but my pockets full of money
man, this sh-t is so humbling
when you coming up from nothin’
i done been thru the lows
no job, no home, dawg you wouldn’t even know
won’t nothing like the money when we was broke
used to scr-p and count change, needing weed to smoke
back when everything we wanted wasn’t feesable
i still take it, cause i feel like it’s reasonable
still see me with folk
tryna see somethin’
if it’s clean, and it bling then
they might make you run it
they obscene, since a teen
we been steady causin’ ruckus
you a b-tch, throw a fit
bullets feed you while you fussing
i’m a god, put money in the offering
preach what i say, and live off of it

its kamakaziii kei

ohmykeiii

thankkkeiii

[hook]

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